Today I used a train station that I haven’t been to in some time. Besides being on a line that I rarely use anymore (I take the Hudson line now instead of the Harlem line), it’s a station I’m not overly comfortable being at alone, and the walk there is a bit longer that to the station closer to home.
On the way, I passed a construction site between two apartment buildings. Next to it was a tiny patch of green, where this little crocus was growing. It was the only blossom there and it was facing the construction equipment, like it was watching the workers turn the previously abandoned lot into another apartment complex.