I wait; angrier and angrier I become as each second ticks. The concrete platform shakes; the metallic beast groans. As it approaches I release a sigh of relief that splices the air. The metallic snake slowly, but surely, makes its way into the station and as the wheels roll and grind on the tracks they let out a chorus of childlike squeaks. Closer and closer just inches away now. It slows to a stop and hisses as if to tease us. I slowly approach the edge of the platform, like a lion slowly stalking its prey. A final groan is released; the beast has been tamed and warmly invites me in. The heavens open up and light colors all that was gray, spirits are lifted. “This is a Manhattan bound Q train the next stop is SheepsheadBay.”
