Music leaks from the ear-bud headphones. A rock and roll beat, the sound of a guitar, tinny, indistinct but still audible. Auburn hair, cut in a 1950’s style follows the theme set by the music as do her glasses, thick rimmed, the lenses shaped like old TV screens. She sits, foot tapping the rhythm, keeping time as the train moves from station to station, the line the same as it was when her music was current.
She is young, mid 20’s, yet her manner, style, taste, dress suggest an older aesthetic, somehow more charming for its simplicity. The dark russet red of her top, the sleeves gathered, her skin pale, unadorned by makeup, tattoo, augmentation. She smiles, lost in her music, and I smile too as I look out of the window, knowing that in her head she has found the truth of her being, the joy in her soul, and that is something precious….