6/3/08
Youth romance on the train. Coming home after work. Her face disappeared in the folds of his sweatshirt hood. Her head moves, sways, nods. Her pale hand on his baggy jeaned hip. The dark brown skin of his hand. Her small round ear that appears from time to time from out of his hood. Surrounded by evening commuters, they don’t notice. Their intensity. Their need for public affection. For each other. For this moment.