I am not just tired; I am downright wiped, and late. Glad that the week is finally coming to an end, I try to maintain some semblance of a positive outlook as I leave for work. On 186th street I see Sara R. leaving her building, her hair up in a bun.
Turning onto Overlook, I see Jessica S. Her hair is wet and she looks as though she is utterly freezing, as she hugs a garment bag close to her body and her lips slowly turn into a pale shade of blue.
Inside the station, I hear the train approaching and run for it, getting a seat in the first car. Scott and Sam S. are sitting together, nearby. Sam smiles and waves and I wave back to her. At 59th, I get off to switch to the B/D and run into Aliza B. on the platform. She also smiles and waves.
Leaving the subway, I walk to Milk and Honey for a bagel. Micah G. is eating breakfast in what might be a business meeting. I haven’t seen him in ages and actually thought he was still living in Israel. When he gets up to ask for more milk in his coffee, he spots me and says hello, though I think I might have taken him a minute or two to figure out who I am.
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