Silent running

Another day, another deed. I woke before dawn to make my run into the city and dive into the river of humanity. I take the train up, and for the past two days, I've been able to get a seat. It beats standing for half an hour. But the only sound I hear is of the train racing along the tracks. I know it's 6.15 in the morning, but you expect some form, some semblance of life. But most are catching up on the news, tapping away on their BlackBerrys, on trying for more sleep before another full day at the office. Or, like me, earphones strapped in, listening to music, staring out the window at the crystal-clear morning sky.