Gray to light in one, two steps. Splash cold water to rid an anxious dream and a puffy face. Type and scroll until hungry.
Crowds chatter about “last night” while they order “a plain bagel with cream cheese and lox. Cucumbers on the side, please.” Everyone favors the tan, pony-tail man with the Ray-Bans and orange t-shirt. They make his coffee right away, even though three people are still waiting for their own small/medium/large.
Slow subway ride. Realization that headphones are in another bag. Switching purses is always tricky. A girl talks too loudly about herself; it is too loud to read. Come above ground and it’s bright in a good way. Squint to look out the window and see the view, but the train dips back underground. But, the designated stop arrives above ground, and that’s nice.
Everything in the park is green: the grass and the trees and the water. There are bees in the grass but they don’t really bother anyone. Good company talks about an array of things including tattoos and swans until it’s time to fold up blankets and tapestries.
Air conditioning while dipping french fries into Frostys is nice. A little girl holds open the door on the way out.
The subway ride home is faster. Going above ground, over the bridge, is still bright in a good way.