ripples through water: happy third anniversary!

The morning chill blows through the darkness into the train station, where the only light comes from buzzing fluorescent lamps. Trains chug along, whistling in the early morning, the conductors laughing and chatting as shifts change. There’s a general sleepiness in the passengers, fingers huddling around warm cups of coffee. It’s too early for a Saturday morning, and I will always be grateful for the upbeat conductors.