Everyday I cross these tracks.
Most days I get stopped by a train.
I stand and wave.
To the strangers on the train.
I stand there...waving and smiling at all these people I don't even know.
Somehow, it brings me this little bit of joy.
It's silly, I know.
No one knew that until now.
Except for the strangers on the train who saw me.
Then I disappear into the building and it's just another working day.