last week, i saw a man on the train trying to fall asleep. he struggled to close his eyes for about ten minutes or so, and finally gave up. he let his eyes wander out the window, where he then stared off for a few more minutes. then, he closed his eyes again for a moment. from the corners of his mouth, the wrinkles of a smile formed. he kept smiling to himself every now and then, and i knew exactly how he was feeling. it was the look of someone remembering something funny. it was something that was happy. and at that exact moment, i smiled. i smiled because i know how wonderful it is to have something so simple and personal to make your morning commute a little easier.
