Mix

Today's smell would be the sharp flower smell of the detergent aisle at the grocery store coupled with a thick, sour one of room-temperature milk. 

They are wafting back and forth and the vacillation makes them both fresh and new every few moments. Not quite like being in a hot garbage truck, but close.

Two people near me are reading the same book: one on kindle, one an actual paperback. I wonder who will finish first and/or retain the information better. I don't know which book, I just overheard the fact before I stuffed my remembered-headphones in my ears. Yay!

There is an older Indian lady staring me down from the other end of the train. Wonder what her problem is. I should ask her, but I have a new rule: no talking to strangers before breakfast.