Dust in the Wind

In a brave, bold move, I decide to take the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator. The staircase’s windows overlook 187th street and on my way down I see Yaki R. walking out of synagogue with someone else. I have a slight cold, and my eyes hurt, so I am not wearing contact lenses as usual. This is especially irritating today, as there is a slight drizzle of rain outside and there are few things more frustrating than the speckles they create on eyeglasses.

The V. Rusciano Construction Company, Inc. has torn up most of 186th street, there is big gaping hole along most of the street between Bennett and Overlook. There is a lot of dust in the air and I rush through it to get to the station. Inside, I am about to go through the turnstile when I hear someone calling my name. It’s Sarah F. walking in the other direction, out of the station. I say hello and ask how she is doing, then continue down to the platform. I pass Lisa K. and wave, and she smiles back. The train, when I board, is almost empty and I easily find a seat, relax, and watch some TV on my phone.