Today I saw a red lady on a pink bike.
On the train ride home, I sat next to a man wearing a newsboy cap and little round glasses. He was clutching a book bag to his chest and reading a pocket sized version of the United States Constitution. Under my feet were discarded orange peels and yesterday’s news. As we shot through the tunnel under Washington park, I closed my eyes and tried to block out the loud chatter of a few teenage girls suffering from the delusion that we all wanted to hear their business. I’m so glad the rat race is over for this week.