Sparse

Very few people are on board this train. Everyone has their own double seat and is either reading a book, drinking coffee, or writing a about people reading books and drinking coffee.

It's the very last day of the year. It's Tuesday. The Park'n'Ride lot was nearly empty. I will have a bagel for breakfast and likely Thai for lunch. I will get home, and more than probably dig into the face and neck region of a bottle of something I plan to drink sweet love to most of the night. 

Neighbors will make me laugh, and  my liquor will keep me warm, and the two combined will have me forgetting the wailing of my heart in the other room, which I tucked into bed earlier because it's already punch drunk in love.