The Elderly in TransitSteve B HowardApr 17, 20191 min read You drowse in the rhythm of the JR train’s click over the tracks opening your eyes briefly as the train hushes into another station.This half-consciousness, more like forced meditation on an icy morning than real sleep; you draw out a long over due yawn as Koizume Station drifts past. With eyes now open, green and alien to the dominating browns you watch for your stop through the window. A row of half sleeping Japanese, faces tight as concrete, are reflected back at you in the window. You wonder why the softness of a child’s nap always eludes them on the sleepy late afternoon trains.
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