Dah-di-dit dah-dah-dah dah-dit dah-dah-dah dah
And back again.
di-dah-di-dit dit di-dah dah-dit
Lunch box in hand, purse over shoulder, trying not to tap a finger on the hand rail. Why is everyone looking at me? I'm not looking at you, just the text above your head. I need to text to practice, don't you see?
Only one week left. Two weeks down.
A day ahead. A yesterday already forgotten.
Another morning on metro.
Red line to Union Station.