5:18

Standing on a platform.
Waiting for the five eighteen.
View of nothing exceptional.
People thin on the ground again.
Lonely and disconnected.
Is this to be expected?
Watching as time ticks away.
Too dark for even day.
Winter months biting hard.
List of tasks growing large.
When a blast of air rushes by.
High speed train flashing.
As heavens open and rains pour.
Still there is no shelter from this storm.
Brave it as there isn’t an option.
Some drift off from lack of conviction.
Electing to get an uber and some relief.
Finally the train is pulling in.
Soaked to the bone but still standing.
Doors slide open but few file out.
Boarding is the termination of this bout.