A post from the old place, because I feel like it…..

A DAY IN THE BIG APPLE AND THE 5 TRAIN

On the way back to Grand Central Station, I stood in a crowded train next to two seated children traveling with (I assumed) their grandmother. She wore an orange dress and gold glasses and had graying hair at her temples. The boys had close-cropped hair and full, round cheeks shiny with youth. They looked about 9 or 10 years old. They were absolutely dying laughing. They were really cracking up. One would lean over and whisper in the ear of the other, and they would both start rocking back and forth, clutching their stomachs and giggling. “Hey,” said one. “Hey, I cut my finger, see?” The other child said ,”no, that’s not a cut. That’s, that’s, that’s a piece of fish!” And then they just died laughing. I have no idea what that was so funny about that, but I couldn’t help smiling. They were so happy and full of mirth that no amount of shushing by the grandmother could make them stop. A little cocoon of light-ness on the 5 train.