The Leanover.

There is dreariness to taking the train in the morning, one I didn’t recognize until it began to get colder and I felt less inclined to stare out the window at endless amounts of gray. The faces I now see seem somber, pensive at times, but mostly asleep while awake. They too are going through the motions. It’s a familiar sight but certainly not comforting in its familiarity. What are they all yearning for?