It was an oddly cold summer morning, gray skies and no promise of sun. Not wanting to completely abandon summer dress, but knowing that I had to stay warm, I chose to wear a favorite short-sleeve velour turtleneck, a top that balanced summer dress with a bit of added warmth.
I boarded the train and found a seat in front of a mother juggling multiple bags and two elementary-school aged boys, both of whom seemed to be excited about riding the train. I opened my book and began the short trip to work.
And a third time
I sat quiet and still while that small hand reached out and felt the fabric of my cotton-poly blend sweater. For me this gentle pet was a soft welcome to the day.
And then the train slowed, the mother announced, “This is our stop”, and then the family was gone.