This morning I woke in a foul mood. One of those moods where you visualize punching, slapping or viciously word-whipping the people that have offended you in your life and then imagine walking away with righteous dignity and pride as a choir sings in exalting tones.
I delved deeper into the inventive and slightly undignified ways I could enact my vengeance as I rode the subway to work this morning. But then, at Brooklyn Bridge stop on the 5 express train, as we pulled away from the platform, there was an old grey bearded homeless man in a trench coat on the platform elaborately waving the train away, as if he was the platform conductor. It was a simple action that he was completely physically vested in even though it was completely useless as the train was already moving away.
My face broke into a smile and I felt myself giggle. His intentions were so kind and helpful and yet so unecessary.
Sometimes all it takes is a little dirty crazy man waving you on from a train platform.
Images that move me
by Langdon Graves