The Scene Today: The Edge

Yesterday the trains were running late, and when I got to the platform I was alone, rare during commute. For the next ten minutes, almost every two minutes, a train would stop in front of me going the other direction spilling out people like ants fleeing a flooded anthill.

I was so mesmerized that I didn't notice the platform behind me filling with people.

Credits: Image taken by Eden Hensley Silverstein for The Road to the Good Life.