Sunday Series

We had a heckuva downpour on Tuesday afternoon.  I found myself on Metro North, barrelling north through Harlem to Bronxville, in the heart of the storm. 

There's something quieting about watching the skies unload from inside a comfortable, dry train car.  The water snakes down the windows, creating patterns that change with the speed of travel. 

Of course, you hope for a patch of clearing before you detrain at your destination, which in this case, I didn't get. 

I think my shoes are still drying...