I miss trains. The Subway, the EL, BART, the Metro, the Underground. I miss the smoggy light on the tracks before sunset, the fluttering reflection of the skyline in the windows of a train going by. I miss the press of bodies, the beauty and elegant simplicity of train maps. When I get to the platform everything snaps into place. It's the world at street level that I have a hard time with. Skimming over, or under, it all just passes by.
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