once
I stood on a crowded train headed for queens. with my suitcase awkwardly sandwiched between my knees, I balanced a book in one hand and gripped a subway strap with the other. I was lost in thought (and wobbling just a little bit) when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. a man traveling with his family offered me his seat. just a few minutes earlier, I'd watched them as we passed the brooklyn bridge, how they'd quietly marveled at the sight of it. kids wide-eyed, adults too. I held onto that little sliver of wonder I'd witnessed, the kindness too, all the way to la guardia.
