Thursday

The wind was brisk and cold.  Forty-two degrees outside.  I pulled my jacket around me, my hat down over my ears, and I stood on the seafoam green platform waiting.  About half a mile in front of me was the highway I would otherwise be taking, already choked with cars at a bit before 7 a.m.  The sun rose behind me and I peered down the track, like my fellow travelers, looking for the flicker of the headlight.  Five minutes passed and the train arrived, with a modern whir of electricity and speed.  I boarded.  I sat down.  I opened my Kindle and turned it on.  Thirty minutes later, I was downtown, two more chapters into Parrot and Olivier and with no traffic-knots in my shoulders.  I love taking the train.