T'Was The Night Before

It's officially very cold outside.  I walk to the train station and see Mrs. H. near the entrance, grabbing a copy of AM New York.  Ariel F. is also at the entrance, just inside, speaking on her cell phone.

Past the tunnel Estie T. is buying a metrocard.  As I walk through the turnstile, Rebecca G. walks out and says hello.  She works at the nearby Yeshiva University.

On the platform, right at the bottom of the stairs, I see Sara S. She smiles.  It's her birthday today, and Sara looks like she is dressed to celebrate.  A black shirt, gray skirt, and sexy red scarf are immediately noticeable.  Her boots are black, with a furry trim at the top.

Someone is playing classical music further up on the platform, but Sara has been listening to "All Star" on her iPod.  We ride the train together, discussing everything from the trips to weddings to the meaning of life.

We switch to the D train at 59th and then get off at Rockefeller.  I walk to Milk and Honey to get a bagel, and on the corner of 5th I run into one of my neighbors.  I don't say hello, since I don't really know her, then make my way to Starbucks and finally to the office, the last day before the long weekend.