Thank heavens I am able to take a train --an express train no less. Others can decry public transit as a public scourge and yearn for their cars -- not me. I'd rather think, read, look at the lights through dilated pupils and thickening retinas after an annual opthalmological exam.
What pretty pretty lights, refracted through the rain and cold of a late December slog to the shining City on the Hill. I am in the quiet of the Quiet Car -- the front car -- soothed and encased by the muffled white noise of the ventilation system. The schedule says there are 40 quiet trains outbound between 4:09pm and 7:37pm.
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