14 Minute Journey
The train ride into the city is a brief one. There’s just enough time to get through the first 6 spreads of the paper. I can listen to about 4 songs if I’m lucky. Or on those long nights before, it’ll be the perfect nap after waking up earlier than I wanted to.
My trip feels longer when she gets on the train though. Supple lips and the occasional sigh of relief catching the train to get her to wherever she’s going to just in time. Her hair leaves a faint trail of her morning shower just below her shoulder blades. She looks around for a coveted spot in which she can lean on a railing. I almost offer mine. I doubt she’s had breakfast. Today she has a book in her left hand. I can’t quite catch the title, but it looks like she’s just a few pages in. The crease in the spine hardly leaves a wrinkle. No ring on that finger either. That’s a good sign.
I want to say something to my fellow traveler, but what? Ding! My stop arrives, and I exit the car with regret in tow.
