Riding the metro

I rode it finally. A befitting way to end the old year and begin the next. People of all hues and sizes, dressed to the tens, happy faces, enthusiasm running over.

Zipping past the underbelly of the city. The zeal was infectious. I felt like a 7 year old again, squealing at the rides.

CP as magnetic as ever. Sepia memories flooded back. Chilldhood, youth spent in its orifices. 'This used to be my playground'...