The underground transfer between the L Train and the 123 Trains is approximately 200 steps. I made the mistake of counting one day as a means to pass the time during my every morning commute. Now those steps are all I can think about. Every morning I'm plagued with the thought of how I am going to spend those 200 steps.
There are the mornings when I study people. The way they walk, the swagger in their step, the shoes they decide to wear. How women can spend lifetimes walking in high heels and how people regard or disregard the man selling poetry and the youth strumming his guitar. I'll half cruise the men walking against me. Men wearing suits or dirty jeans and work boots. There are those who still carry lunch boxes, possibly still sitting on steel beams, overlooking an ever expanding city and there are those still carrying briefcases - what these days cannot fit on an iphone, I don't know - yet the briefcase remains in hand, a trench coat flowing behind them.