There was a deep sweetness to the scene:
At the 42nd street stop today, a young woman, carrying a small upright potted plant in her left hand stood up to exit the subway car. She held the plant firmly, about eye height, so it would be seen and not crushed by the crowd. The door opened and she and the plant along with the two bags in her right hand, exited amid the jostle of other passengers. There was something about the thought of this plant taking a trip. It radiated an energy, a contentment. I know it sounds like I’m losing it, but the plant in pot had started someplace and now was traveling with her to another destination. What had it seen and heard along the way? What had it experienced? I don’t know, all of a sudden it took on a life of its own with ears and eyes wide open. I swear it had a leaf smile.