The quiet of it all.
On rainy days I leave the bike at home and ride the subway with the rest of the city, packed full dodging each others eyes... ignoring each others presence. I like to pretend I'm not there and hide in myself. Headphones on, magazine open - alone. What I realize tonight is it's possibly my favorite place to read. As I drifted into the world of smoking pot at Disney, missing not one, but two stops, I smiled. There are very few places in this city where you can get completely lost in yourself. For some it's atop a surfboard, for me it's my bike. When that's not possible, there's always the subway.
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