I’m not the only early-morning commuter to school. There is a boy from Bergen Catholic on the 6:36 train–and he’s always on before I am, which means he wakes up even earlier than I do (5:50) to go to school. He travels in uniform—navy blue, khaki pants, and nice shoes—wearing a high school sweatshirt and toting hockey sticks.
Most of us on the train at that time in the morning use the time to sleep. Though we rarely acknowledge each other, we know we are there—and there is something nice in that, being some of the few humans swaying through the NJ suburbs at 6 in the morning on weekdays.