Perfect

It was a day late in the afternoon.  Boston in my sight. A ride on the green line and some more on the red. Crowds spilling out of their work and filling these trains.

Jostling and swaying in unison with the rhythm of the cars. Whites, blacks, Asians and Arabs all getting along. Groups of medical and engineering  students lugging their backpacks loaded with books . From the size of those packs there would be plenty to do tonight. I-pods and I phones ablaze with songs, games, conversations and who knows what else. I sit in my seat with no plugs in my ears and wondering to myself how strange I must appear. How did we live before all this tech. Looking around there was no conversation or interaction. Just tap, tap, tap and another inane abbreviated text flies through the air to some other train somewhere. Another blank stare.

Typically I do not use this type of transport for I live in the country and this was just a brief stint. The underground tunnels were warm and way to hot for me. I had been given shots for cancer and they gave me fantastic fits of sweats. I would suddenly appear as I had been jogging for miles. I actually could tell time by these reactions.

Upon riding the red line an asian woman entered the train . Accompanied by a child who might have been three. Her feet were not close to the floor and sat close to mom. She was as quiet as could be a book in her hand. Her hair was short and incredibly clean. She was neat as a pin and cute as could be. It seemed she was eating something not recognized by me. It looked like seaweed and she was surely enjoying this while mom paid attention from the side of her sight.

It has been months since I saw this child and I can’t get her out of my head. I have seen nothing so sweet and wished she were mine . She was the most PERFECT being I have ever seen .