Waiting on a Train


Sometimes, even in this city of 16 million, one person will stand out, or sit, and there is no one else. I often wonder if they feel as solitary as they seem for those few moments. As I finish I look up and realize that a few gazing eyes have been spying as I work, and I know that this feeling was all mine. I turn the page and find the next subject as I am waiting on the train.—Dominick


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