That old familiar swaying motion is jostling the days-old cold pizza in my stomach, bringing a not-unpleasant bit of queasiness as I sit perched over my keyboard. The windows rattle as I look out of them to peer at the swelteringly swampy summer day whip past. My ear drums quiver to the pulsating beat of the Soundtrack in my headphones as it mingles with the clanging banging rumbling jumbling of the floor beneath my feet.
Ladies and gentlemen, after two full years, Micah has come back to the life of a full-fledged Subway Jockey.
It’s an interesting time to be resuming a commute on one of the nations busiest metro-rail systems. A scant month ago, on the very rails which I am currently riding, there was a horrific accident that ended too many lives, changed hundreds of others, and caught the attention of the world media. Moments ago, I passed through the remains of said tragedy, where bits of wreckage can still be seen scattered amongst the scrub-brush. The National Transportation Safety Board (NTSB) is still investigating the situation, and so there hasn’t been any answers given to the families of those lost in the accident, or the thousands of commuters who still ride daily.
But time, as it is often wont to do, marches on-leaving the trauma of the past in the quickly fading memories of the present. Looking out at my fellow riders, you’d be hard-pressed to find a single passenger exhibiting any kind of nervousness and concern, even as we pass through the very real physical evidence of how badly it can go so horribly wrong.
There’s a bit of pathos for you on this sunny afternoon. Clacking my fingers across the keys of the laptop while bouncing underneath the bowels of the Nation’s Capital always brings out the cheerful bits, eh? Well, enough of that, I’m nearing my stop.
It feels good to write just for fun again, even if its just a quick bit of echoing thoughts reverberating through the skull as I shake off the cobwebs. Damn! I didn’t even get a chance to explain why I’m back on the train after the two-year hiatus! A terrible storyteller, I am. We’ll have to work on that-get back in practice.
Oh well, when I fold up my laptop in the next few moments and start my foot race to the office. I’ll think about what to say next, and more importantly, how to say it.
It’s good to be back.
