As I soak up the warmth from the sun rays breaking through the window, I take in the sundry scene around me. I hear a bell ring in a perfect, familiar rhythm. I feel movement as trees and busy streets rush past me in a blur. A woman sits across the way with perfectly manicured hands folded in her lap. She stares straight ahead with sunglasses firmly planted on her face, hiding in plain view. The sound of happy children floats from somewhere beyond what I can see. Two young men sit across from each other laughing and joking while one reaches over to playfully hit the other’s arm. Three gray-haired gentlemen sit in close proximity, similar in age, but separated by silence. A dark-haired, petite girl laughs into her cell phone as she peers out the window into the beautiful day. A dark-skinned man with shoulder-length hair pushes a curly-haired, smiling baby back in forth in a stroller. He picks up the baby who joyfully laughs and begins drawing invisible shapes on the window with his tiny, delicate fingers. A lonely purple bicycle stands planted on the cold, metal rack which seems to have become its home during this journey. This is a journey we all share, yet with an array of destinations. As I step through the automatic doors and onto the broad platform, I leave the light rail behind and breathe in the air of a new day.
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