Almost the Weekend

This entire week, I've been putting off the front closet. Inside are all my coats and jackets and once the door is open it will really mark the end of summer. It must be the rain that slides me over the edge and I finally give in, grab the lightest thing I can find, and head out.

The jacket feels foreign on my body. Is it too tight? Have I gained weight since last year? Anyways, it is nice to have the extra pockets and I slip my headphones inside. I leave my apartment and there is a sign on the elevator saying it is out of order.

It takes a few minutes to get down the stairs and over to the station. In the tunnel I run into Miriam L. She makes a comment about running into me again, but I haven't seen her since last weekend, so she must have me mistaken with someone else. She runs into the elevator to get to Fort Wash and move her car, and as soon as she is gone I remember that I did, in fact, run into her just the other night.

On the platform, I find a seat on one of the benches and wait patiently for the next train. Estie H. whizzes past me but doesn't say hello or wave; I can't tell if she saw me. Sometimes I wonder if she even knows who I am, but then again I spend a lot of time wondering if I myself know who I am.

I get off at 59th, and lean up against a pillar to wait for the next train. Miriam C. walks right by me and I call out to her. I ask where she is coming from and she says she has just gotten off the A but was at the back of the train and is now walking up towards the front of the platform. I tell her I was on the same train but nearer to the middle. Then she asks me if it’s raining outside. I look at her blankly, till she realizes her mistake. That's going in my blog, I say.