Not In a Hurry

I left work and walked to the Metro station for the ride down to Takoma Park and yoga class.  I walked up to the gate, held my wallet up to the sensor as I always do, and .... nothing.  I tried again.  I took the SmartTrip card about half way out of my wallet, and then heard an expression of impatience behind me.

OK, someone's in a hurry.  I stepped out of the way and a woman rushed up, ran through the gate and up the stairs.  I let a couple more people go through, then stepped up again with the card out and made it through.   I got up to the top of the escalator just as the train pulled away.

I'm glad she caught the train.  I hope her hurry was because she really needed to be somewhere quickly, and not just because she lives in that impatient, hurried, exasperated space.

There were some large cumulus clouds in the sky to the northeast - bright white against the early evening sky - and reflected in the glass windows of some of the tall buildings.  Had my card worked better, I would have been down the tracks on the train with Ms Hurrypants.  But then I'd have missed the clouds.  Better to not be in a hurry.  The next train delivered me to Takoma, in a fine state of mind.