Where the Light Gets In

By DHThomas

Métropolitain

tucked in the corner
her eyes closed
waiting for her stop

A longer than usual commute into work this morning due to "traveller's sickness" in a train in front of ours. It usually means a bit more than sickness, but less than a suicide... I'd bet on a heart attack, something of the sort. No wonder: we were packed as I haven't seen the métro packed in a while. I was happy to get off and up to street level. However, I was able to catch a glimpse of this lady, right before I arrived to my stop, and got my camera out and ready in a flash. Not that I used any flash, mind you!

Have a good day!

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