Two girls, friends, lovers or sisters I do not know, but they are curled around each other on the subway and it is heartwarming. One holds a soft duffle on her lap so the other can bend at the waist and lay her head down. The girl holding the bag is then curled over her companion, her arms wrapped around the other’s torso. Two long, lanky bodies folded together in trust, in comfort, in solidarity. Their knees touch in the middle and their sneakered feet point at each other. The one on top wears a baseball cap, her long straight hair unbound underneath it, and her seatmate has long, tightly curled brown hair.

The best part is when I first got on the train, the positions were reversed. Curls held the bag and her companion and Baseball cap held her. Equality in caring and sharing.