I slowly begin to wake from my dream and take time, time to notice 

The man in the business suit with glassy eyes and rosy cheeks at 9am. He needs that quick shot of vodka before he leaves for work, it gets him out of the house. The girl staring at her subway reflection through smudged windows. Stroking her blond hair rhythmically, cocking her head in admiration. The lad of twenty whose tight facial skin is unmarked by acne. He smirks as he shows his less fortunate mate a photo on his phone.

The Asian lawyer despite bottle bottom glasses holds meeting notes an inch away from his face. His mind racing through possibilities as he flicks through pages. The dark skinned lady with bright purple lipstick who now regrets the colour choice she was so confident of this morning.

I wanted to know them all, understand the path they were walking and walk with them, just for a while.

Those who sleep or read, drift or listen, daydream or fantasize. Those in pain and struggle but despite it all keep going. Those that are tired, just disconnected, or those very much alone. There were all there this morning a hundred dreams and a hundred fears crammed into a hundred square feet of subway car.

I wanted to know them all, understand the path they were walking and walk with them, just for a while.

In that moment on that subway I saw everyone for who they were. Broken people just like me. Everyone had a story, a dream unrealized or the failure of no dreams at all. A hope, a fear, an anxious moment or tinge of regret. But I saw beauty in everyone, radiant and pure.  For one lingering moment it was all OK, on that subway car.

“Nobody sees a flower – really – it is so small it takes time – we haven’t time – and to see takes time, like having a friend takes time.”  Georgia O’Keeffe

 

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