The
subway train sways back and forth, its wheels screeching more
fiendishly than ever against the tracks. Outside the window the freezing
cold of winter rules and the dreary bay looks like a yawning abyss as
the train rumbles across it. The carriage is filled with frozen
self-centered, bored passengers. Good morning!
Suddenly a little
boy pushes his way in between discourteous grown-up legs – the kind that
only grudgingly make room for you. While his father stays by the door,
the boy sits next to the window, surrounded by unfriendly, morning-weary
adults.