But, having neither beverage nor reading material, Mattie and I mostly talked and looked at what we could see out the windows of pre dawn western Long Island. The other few passengers who were scattered throughout the car slept. We were the only ones talking and we did so as not to disturb the routines of the regulars.
When the train halted below Penn Station, it was 5:29. Right on time. We made our way upstairs, found the exit to 8th Avenue and climbed the steps to the street above feeling the cold pre-dawn wet air of Manhattan. As we exited at the corner of 33rd Street, there before us stood the Empire State Building. I say before us; it sits over on Fifth Avenue, but it seemed to be right on us. We stepped to the corner, I raised my hand for a taxi and we were off.
[an essay in 13 parts from Pablo Notes, 2001]