The morning air is crisp. With sunrise so early these days, it's quite light outside even at 6:00 A.M. but hardly anyone is on the street. The few that are seem to be Orthodox Jews on their way to synagogue.
An obese man, bald with a goatee, is standing outside the station, leaning on a large umbrella and enjoying the air. Inside, it smells like urine. I walk through the tunnel and down to the platform, and take a seat on the first bench. A few minutes pass and Avi C. walks onto the platform. If I keep up this earliness he might replace Benny as the "guy I see almost every day." The train enters the platform and I get on, relaxing into one of the many available seats. The long weekend has almost begun.
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