I was waiting at the station Jean-Talon for the subway going downtown. It doesn’t happen often that two metros pass the opposite way before the one I wait for arrives, but it does happen.

You aren’t suppose to smoke in the subway, but some people do it anyway. Fortunately, there aren’t many people like that. This morning, I saw for the second time in my life, someone smoking in those tunnels. It looked like a wrecked man whose wife and kids just left him or something terrible must have just happened in his life.

When the metro arrived, he stood up and came close to the tracks. Very close to the tracks. Only half his feet were on the platform. I had no doubts he would commit suicide and I looked at the ceiling and then at the coming wagon. Then I wondered why I wasn’t looking at the guy killing himself saying to myself that I won’t often have the opportunity to see something like that, not that it’s great or anything. I really didn’t want him to kill himself, because they would stop the service for a while and I would have been late at my appointment. Selfish thought indeed, but let’s get real, most people are out for something specific and nobody wants to be late.

Fortunately, he didn’t die.

If there wasn’t so much wind outside, today would have been a marvellous day, for this time of the year.

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2. Cyclists- Please do not run me over
3. Just in case you need to be reminded that Spring is here.
4. Twister in the subway
5. Still tired.