I am in the elevator.
The foyer is empty. It is 5: 45am. I am wheeling my suitcase.
The street has never been this quiet. The sun is just touching the buildings. Just hovering over their edges. But I am not thinking of this. I am not thinking of anything except the subway I have to reach the subway in time. My hands are shaking. No one is awake. The entire world is sleeping. Everyone, including the cleaner sweeping the sidewalk. The city is huge. It engulfs me. But I am not thinking that. I am thinking I must reach the subway.
I stand at the platform. I wait. I think I am praying. Adjust my bag.
I am wearing my hiking boots – everything will be okay.
