Juxtaposition

A slim man, hair just beginning to silver, tucked into a corner of a crowded train car right against the doors, a book held reverently in his hands as he quickly devours the pages. The train stops, people get on. A young woman, slim and professional, steps inside, and when the train moves again there is little space between the kindle held gently in her right hand and his small tome. 

I watch. I hope to keep watching forever.

[Originally posted today at 6:41pm.]