Unseeing Eyes

Inbound

A train blasts its horn and charges through the station without pause.  Moments later, another train of sorts—two engines connected back to back—leisures its way in.  A man outside the lead engine leans against the headlights, basking in the honeyed sunshine slanting through a cloudless sky.  He wears a thin jacket and a black knit cap that leaves his ears exposed.  His left hand in his pocket, his right hand is raised in a greeting to the passengers waiting on the platform.  His happiness is contagious: I lift my hand to shield my eyes against the sun and hope that I, too, am blessed by a wave and a smile from this stranger.

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