Today on the train, a conversation springs up between two formerly unknown to each other men sitting in facing seats. One young, one old, just talking about neighborhoods. The grey-haired half gets off the train at an early stop, and a twenty-something woman replaces him in the seat. She has earbuds in. The conversation does not pick up.
The sound of Venice Beach:
Car alarm wailing
Thudding bass line from a Rihanna song
Marijuana dispensary hustlers trying to make a sale
Intermittent cheers from muscle beach
Crunchy mom talking to we kids as she feeds them edamame
I saw the girl with Alias-red hair again today. I forgot that, when you’re commuting, you start to see the same people every morning. She’s more dressed up today, with a polka dotted headband. I also noticed that she has an engagement ring on when she lifted her hand to put in an earbud.
A man biked by the train while we were stopped at a street crossing. Wore a neon yellow vest (the kind that says, “Please don’t hit me,” a baseball hat, work boots, and had a coffee sack full of something strapped to the back of his bike with orange bungee cords.