When Love Comes Around, I'm Gonna Catch That Train (or, it's on mornings like this)

It's on mornings like this when all the faces on the el are dead silent staring into the void that is their upcoming routine in an office or behind a counter... mornings when only a few passengers are reading the paper or listening to their iPods... mornings when Josh feels lucky to be alive and although his fate for the day is much like everyone else on the train, there is something about him, maybe his souls seems to breathe a different air.

Josh surely isn't the coming Messiah, to those waiting, nor does he hold even the smallest of answers as to why, or how, what, where, when, etc.

It could be love and most likely is... Yes, we'll say it is because it's the truth, but regardless, it's on mornings like this, our protagonist, a struggling writer, struggling in the sense that he is still working towards being able to quit this average daily existence and acquire one of someone who eats from his writing.

It's on mornings like this that Josh misses the crowded ride of an overpopulated commute where everyone must stay alert less they bump into and invade another's space, that sacred space held-tight with white knuckles on grimy silver poles jutting from faded train walls below adverts that everyone on the train has had embedded into their memory over the past month.

What's the next stop? How many will get off? Will I acquire more space? How do I maneuver around these people to get a dose of the oxygen everyone sitting down owns?

It is a bustling mass that hovers over the dead silent who sit and stare up on mornings like this, probably thinking how lucky they are to be stagnant, waiting still for the end of the world, a so called rapture.

So you see, it is on mornings like this when it feels to Josh that he is the only one standing, living, he reminds himself of the more crowded days to remember he is not alone on this earth, or this train.