La Sierra

 I guess a lot’s happened in a few days, but probably not much, really.A bad phone call. A few laws broken. One pretty sordid meltdown complete with fighting words followed by a morning with puffy eyes and a voiceless, sore throat. I’m now leaning against a concrete column on the outdoor train station platform watching cars speed by on the freeway a half a football field away. The sun’s up, but not fully engaged yet. It’s Friday. My hands are cold. And I think my train is late. I guess there’s not much to do but wait a little bit longer.