This Morning's Commute

I sat at a window seat on the metro. It was still dark outside. I looked out at buildings, lit from the inside, and cars on the street, with their lights on. I wondered how many people were still in bed. The passing sight should be more familiar to me than it really was. I rarely looked up from my reading material. I admonished myself for not knowing it better. At East Falls Church, I put away my magazine and closed my eyes, but I did not go to sleep. I would get off before the end of the line.