This morning in the shower I can't stop thinking about running away--about joining the Peace Corps, or moving to Thailand, or dissolving my life down to a tiny whisper unheard in this loud city. When I get to the subway, the local train hasn't come for a while. The platform is filled with my neighbors, not too crowded, they have arranged themselves, as if by prior agreement, with even spacing, respecting invisible personal kingdoms. I wait for the train at the far end of the station and as I walk down the platform I note each person and each person is so beautiful. They are all dressed in their hope for the day: shirts are still crisp; hair is still neat; lipstick is still fresh. Noone has stress lines on their face, there is no fussing, no arguing. It is quiet, with people reading, listening to music, simply waiting. It was so simple and so extraordinary and I looked each one in the face and smiled.