"I remember when I used to be excited to ride the subway. As a girl who grew up in a suburban area with no car, the subway represented ultimate freedom to me. But, by the time tourists began instinctively knowing I could give them directions, I was pretty much over it.
Between the delays, the cramped rush-hour traffic, and the mystery liquids dripping from the ceilings, I often find myself running to get off the train, desperate to get back outside. Still, every so often,
I’m stopped dead in my tracks by something beautiful." - Rachel