Rushing and Running

I’m late for work so I rush downstairs. I can hear many children playing at the playground on 186th and Bennett. On Bennett, Rebbitzen H. is running up the street. She lives in my building and in all my years here I’ve never seen her run.

I walk to the train station, head through the turnstiles and see Aviva P. at the bottom of the stairs leading to the platform. At my usual spot I realize I still need to get breakfast so I walk to my "other" spot, the one that lets out closer to the bagel store. Tired and sleepy, I drift off as soon as I get on the train.