Quiet

The Tuesday evening train is always quieter than other times. A nice calm ride home after a night of trivia. Lots of open seating, and a more blue-collar feel to it. 

Two balding guys are talking football and politics while wearing their company-branded windbreakers. A very tall Asian girl who must work at a restaurant (because she smells like the number 13), carries with her several boxes of takeout for her friends and/or family.

An old silvered couple is sitting close in their seats, holding hands and making me jealous.

And I sit here, alone in one of the disability seats. There is a acne-faced kid who looks up from his iPhone long enough to say to me, "Hey man, cool cane," and his head goes back down.