I am waiting for the train at the Jay Street station and watching the man on the opposite platform. He is holding onto the steel upright like a man holding onto a ship's mast during a storm. He is listing and bending, heaving under gale force. I wonder how long this can go on, how long he can withstand whatever hurricane he is experiencing. When he tilts his head downward and vomits onto the tracks I am not at all surprised by the fact, just the timing.

(and now that my handsome genius of a boyfriend has gotten me an awesome hummy glow box of a Christmas present, I can add Velvet Verbosity to my "Who I'm Reading" list. Huzzah!)