It's so early when I leave that the moon is still visible. The street crowd at this hour is entirely different. The yuppie middle class that largely characterizes the blog I write is still in bed, replaced now with a darker, unfamiliar scene.
Yitzi, a kosher caterer who does business in this neighborhood, can be seen further down on Bennett unloading his van. Several dog walkers are about, and some people are idling their cars, waiting for the engines to warm up from the overnight winter chill.
The train is sparsely populated, with plenty of empty seats available even after three or four stops. It’s a strange opportunity to enjoy a quiet, peaceful NYC subway ride.
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