A Life in 100 Words (NYNH RR2)

While standing under the first sunshine of May an announcement crackled, the 11:27 was arriving on another platform. When I saw that the dozen or so other passengers, some Indian, some Asian stayed seated, I repeated the platform change aloud. After a slight reluctance we all climbed the stairs, making allowances for strollers, soft carpetbags and the elderly couple, went across the raised bridge and down the next set of stairs to the other side. It felt as if we’d been traveling for days, obeying crackling announcements, the camping and decamping tracks began to make wary prophets of our clan.