Got up at seven to get ready for work, once I got on the light rail train (MUNI) the driver announced that the underground subway to downtown is shutdown. Frankly I have no idea how to get to work other than the subway, so I checked on the internet to see when it would resume. Once I started reading, my heart sank.
A man was walking in the subway tunnel and later fatally hit by a train.
No one knew who he was, and why he was walking in a subway tunnel. It's tragic news, and I would never remotely think anyone should leave the world this way. For the next hour and a half, I battled chaotic ground traffic with a herd of bewilder commuters, arrived to work an hour late, and barely had time to open the shop. My heart was heavy throughout the day, I kept checking the internet to see if they had more news about what actually happened that morning. If I was young, I might misunderstand my actions as being nosy. Now, I interpret that as finding closure. Sometimes we just want to know why, listen to the story, and let the matter rest. But no such closure can be found, so I kept praying all day.
Hey guy in the subway, although you caused me a lot of trouble this morning, I won't hold it against you. I hope you are in peace now, and on your way to your next journey.
After putting so much thought to life, love, happiness, and tragedies. The day was somewhat heavy, wistful, and exhausting. For the first time since working I felt burnt out, my head hurt, my eyes hurt, my whole body hurts!
I thought this heaviness would be the general trend of the day, but life has plans... Finally when work was over, I sat at a food court to wait for Ming to pick me up to leave town for the weekend. A man approached me and said something like, you are very cute, what do you recommend to eat at this food court? That caught me completely by surprise, but as he was speaking I started to scramble for a graceful, kind, polite decline... as soon as I open my mouth, my phone rang. So I uttered the most efficient, blunt, snobby reply, "Sorry, my husband is calling." After this incident at the mall food court, I concluded my day, and my life, as ridiculous.
On a brighter note, spending the weekend in Tahoe was an amazing experience. The weather and natural scenery really reminded me of Saratoga Springs, and fall in upstate New York, not to mention how much I miss it. The leaves, the breeze, the food, the smells, the farmers market, and the beautiful pockets of nature in Saratoga Springs. Now I'm ready for another week :)
Saratoga Springs misses you!
ReplyDeleteI miss Saratoga a lot, especially Saratoga at fall
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