Lesser times

This morning on my daily commute, I found myself waiting once again in the Porter Square T station. However, instead of immediately burying my nose in my book like usual, I took a second to look up and was stunned.

The platform was crowded with people, and they were all...reading. Books, magazines, newspapers, they struck various silent, pensive poses. The only sound was the echoes of classical guitar chords that someone was playing around the corner, and the whole scene was...eerily beautiful. [Insert meaningful conclusion about life here.]

It rained today. I pine for New Mexico skies. Another tribute: