To The Lady on the Train,
It is on those days that it seems that the whole city is holding its breath, waiting for the storm to come that we have been warned about...
It is on those days that when the winds and cold and rains and snow and hail and whatever other torment awaits us, finally arrives....
It is on those days that the breeze is warm and calm, and the sun squints our eyes to its beauty...
It is on those days where the city is stifled in heat and humidity and air seems like a rare commodity...
It is on those days where the sun rises early, or late...
It is on those days that are rainy or dry..
It is on those days that are cloudy or clear, windy or still, warm or frigid..
It is on those days that I would rather be curled up with you.
From The Man in the Station
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