Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Wednesday, January 27, 2016
Smiling and Waving
The train stops on the bridge, just opposite the office building with the giant windows. A few diligent workers keep the lights on in the creeping dusk, and I watch from my train car, hoping that one of them will look up so I can wave to him or her, but none of them do.
A guy walks by my car on the bridge pedestrian path down below, trudging in the cold. He glances up and I wave to him as my chest swells with the thrill of doing something forbidden, but he just smirks a little and keeps walking.