Reading my book when suddenly something tells me to stop and look through the train window.
And there it is.
A moon. Thin and slightly blurry (Although the matter may be just a side-effect of the last couple of hours of systems and data that support people. Or, at least, should...), watching me, looking down at me, sitting next to the window on a surprisingly under-crowded train, watching her back.
And a thought: who else is looking at her, thinking about this moment on their life, how different it was few months back, how different it will be few months from now? Who, indeed? Anybody?