Quiet
in that suspenseful kind of way.
Only two people in sight.
Well, three...
if you count the man sleeping
on the bench.
I'm scared
but hopeful
that may way home will appear soon.
Crickets are
cricketing
quite loudly
in fact.
It's as if there are billions of crickets
flooding the train station
But they are no where to be found
somehow.
Where do all the crickets go?
Where are they hiding?
Are there really as many
as it sounds like there are?
My way home should be here soon...
...cricket cricket...
...cricket cricket...
...cricket cricket...
Ladies and gentlemen,
the next Brooklyn bound
is one stop away.

Good Morning.
Feeling a sleepy kind of
peaceful today.
I am finding a calmness in
not knowing.
For the first time (in quite some time)
I don't know what I'm
looking for...
But I do have clues about
where to find it.
warmer warmer...
It all of a sudden feels like so much is out there and I want to grab it all at once, but I can only carry
one thing at a time...
Otherwise it's too heavy
to bring with me
on the subway.