Sitting

Sitting in front of a computer. Not doing much of anything really, just watching microwaves explode on YouTube. Thinking about anything but what the mind has been on as of late.

Sitting on a bus. Air conditioned, though it was actually a nice enough day today. Watching various women sit across from me, all shapes and sizes. Thinking about those women, where are they going, what's in store for the rest of this day once they get off the bus. Wondering if they're in relationships, what sort of music is blasting through those earbuds. Noticing a fancy ring, watching them reach their stop and get off before I do.

Sitting on concrete steps that lead into the Hudson River. Watching the sun set. A pretty clear day, not much in the way of clouds, which makes for a boring magic hour. At least the waves were alive and kicking, relentlessly pounding against those stairs to no avail. Took off my shoes, let my pale feet soak in the warm breeze and a few brief moments of the sun's rays. Stayed until it was dark and the few strangers also watching have left, the only company were a few confused ducks. Lots of quacking, I'm assuming asking one another for directions. Far be it from me to point the way.

Sitting on a bench at the High Line, once an abandoned elevated railroad track turned into a beautiful park. Watching the moon rise. Found a small part of park with the lights off and it didn't occur to me until after I looked up as to why that was. The brightest moon I've ever seen, I look down and see I'm actually being illuminated by that blue glow. I've never seen that happen, after all these years I don't think I've been outside during a full moon in a place that wasn't saturated with street lights. Saw a bunch of folks pass by, nearly all in pairs. Hearing small glimpses of conversations, wondering why nobody else seems to notice.

Sitting in a subway train, watching the stations pass by. Given up on thinking, just zoning out on some music when I notice the mother with her child getting on. I give my seat up, stand the rest of the way home.