I knew to walk cautiously in these shoes because the soles
sometimes slip on the escalator. I knew the exact spot to stand on the platform
to be at the door when the train arrived. (And of course that is the exact door
you want to catch the escalator at my transfer stop.) I stood and read the paper with one hand and my
brain still knew when to stop reading and start toward the door. As I made my
way to the perfect spot to catch the next train, I realized this commute will
always be a part of me.
Our days are made up of all these mundane tasks; commuting to work,
eating lunch, making tea, doing laundry. And yet it's those little moments that
make up your life, that shape who you are. It’s such a simple truth that should
impact how I view every hour of every day.
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.
- Annie Dillard

1 comment:
AS a fellow Metro commuter - I tip my hat to you dear one!
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