F train. Going downtown. Train has the old layout. I grab a seat next to the window. People on the platform moving with Brownian motion. Random, yet not. The train starts moving. Suddenly those people seem stationary. Everything is relative. One day life seems to be moving the other day, it is at a stand still. But is it really one or the other? Or is it like the people on the platform? Stationary yet moving. How can one tell? Darkness. We enter the tunnel.
Jazz and the subway
7 in the evening. Waiting for my train. Tired. A note hits my ear. Saxophone. Smooth and silky voice of the instrument turning into a gossamer of beauty. I close my eyes. The notes are complex yet intricate. Like thousands of cogs and gears keeping time in a watch. I am relaxed. The train moving in the tunnel creating a gust of wind. Eyes closed, hair flowing in the wind and the Jazz. A perfect moment. I am uplifted. Train doors open, I grab a seat and smile. This city is magic!