whooosh.

i was at the ny penn station on friday night, waiting for my train to philly, sitting against one of the posts in the middle of the waiting area. and i swear, this has to be the best part about the wait. as different trains go by, a new set of people come and go.

the conversations are interesting. and the expressions on people's faces draw me into a trance. i always wonder where people are heading--if they're coming or going. what goes through their minds as they wait for the train? do the dread where they're going or do they go with an excitement for arriving at their destinations? who's waiting for them there? who/what are they running away from?

and as i sit there, i also get my time to ask myself these questions. where am i headed? why am i going? who am i running away from? or who am i running to ( :-) )?

there's something calming about being in the middle of the rush. i feel like it's such a purging of the soul. and i'm almost convinced it helps with clearing my head.