The subway is crowded, typical for a Friday afternoon. The atmosphere always sort of changes on a Friday, people become friendlier, the conversations become louder, the smiles become slightly bigger.

The group across from me, probably some college friends, are chatting about the bar scene tonight. Two members of the group are giving each other the eye, flirtatious smiles, and loud laughs.

On the right, a man in a business suit talks casually on the cell phone, confirming plans for the night to come. Maybe a wife, girlfriend. His relaxed posture and slight smile comforts me.

The conversations roar with the sound of the train. I close my eyes, soaking in the energy and tranquility of the Friday atmosphere.

No plans for the night, but maybe that’s exactly what I need.

All is well.