One More Day

Things don’t look particularly good today, in terms of getting to work on time. I’m confident and hopeful, as I leave my apartment, that the long weekend will set me back straight. Just outside my building a woman is contemplating how she is going to dig her car out from under the snow. A thin Asian girl in skinny jeans, tucked into her boots, runs by.

Ruchama J. is inside her parked car, across from the train station and in the same spot as yesterday; I wonder if she ever made it out. She rolls down her window. “Did you hear about Matt?” Yes, of course I’ve heard, he’s one of my best friends and now he's gone and gotten himself engaged to be married.

At the entrance to the station, the AM New York Lady is singing a made up jingle about AM New York, and just inside a short woman is wearing a coat identical to the one Aliza’s mom bought her last year. I snap a picture for the blog before joining the hustle and bustle down below on the platform.