In a sea of dark winter coats, she is the spring. She is surrounded by black and brown poofy coats, while hers is a light, hopeful green. Her boots are brown and ankle high with two straps and brassy looking buckles. Her toes point inward to make a shelf for her to place her big…
Tag: people watching
NYC Subway Winter
Winter has returned in full force. Bodies have disappeared under puffy coats. Until the spring we shall all be shapeless blobs squishing ourselves together on trains. Everyone takes up more than one seat in the chill of the early year whether you keep your knees together or not. Winter in NYC means freezing on outside…
Exhibit A
He was a typical example of this generation’s male species. He wore brown leather moccasin-esque loafers, knees splayed out wider than his hips to claim his space and air out his balls properly. His jorts, which he probably would insist were cutoffs, were an old pair of jeans cut right above the knees. There were…
Subway Musings
Who would you be if you weren’t angry? I responded that I didn’t know and as the days pass by that ideal individual appears elusive. I find that everything makes me rage internally and want to slam people’s heads into walls. Inconsiderate people on the train who never take their backpacks off so that it…
No More X-Files
He holds his magazine open with the pages tucked between his index and middle finger. His index and thumb form a circle and my brain can’t help but spin out and create stories about secret spy signals and how this could be one. Someone roughly whispered in his ear that if he needed help he…
Horror Movie
His sneakers are all black and look to be almost new. His jeans are not. They are starting to fray at the cuffs, two holes worn through at the knees, one on the inside of his left knee the other almost on top of his right knee. Through the holes I can see his grey…
Black Leather Converse
He is wearing what look like black, leather converse sneakers with no socks. He could be wearing anklet socks, but my inclination is to believe the worst of people this early in the morning. He looks like he is too big for the seat, not because he is too wide, but too tall. With his…
Partially Laced Boots
He is wearing fawn-colored, thick-soled, construction boots that look brand new and completely unbroken. They are not laced all the way up, instead he has laced them up five rows and tied them off, just until the bottom of his ankle, like when you wear sneakers. Between his feet is a black duffel bag. His…
Please Engage Imagination, then Try Again
The mornings on the train where I look around and feel that there are no interesting people to look at always make me wonder. Is it that my imagination is back in bed sleeping or is it that it’s winter and everyone is wearing boring dark colored jackets devoid of personality that obscure the person…
Pockets
He has a pocket over his left kidney. A big, spacious pocket in his coat, on his back. What sweet hell is this? I count at least seven deep, useful pockets on his green cargo pants, and his hands are fully tucked into the two front pockets of his jacket. I, wearing the same amount…
It’s Not a Dining Car
The person next to me, got on the train, plunked down in the seat two away from me and started eating Dunkin Donuts’ hash browns, releasing a nauseating odor of grease and potatoes onto what had been a neutral and rather pleasant smelling commute. When they were done with the hash browns they balled up…
Little Gentian 