All day I’ve been watching suits.
Charcoal, black and blue.
Smartphones, tablets and laptops.
Everyone looks tired and lined and grey or blotchy red and just a tad overweight.
On their devices pictures of children, lovers, pets and places.
Covered in the chicken pox of icons.
A family is now a background.
The suit in front of me is carrying a box of Dunkin’ Donuts and chatting politically to his fellow traveller about portfolio risk management.
This morning the trains were late.
This evening its the planes.
Chain-store coffee is consumed by the gallon along with pre-dinner muffins and cakes.
“I’ll be late, what’s for supper.?”
Post, tweet, update, message, email, snap, photograph.
Keep a close eye on your in-box.
Don’t miss a thing or you may not be missed.
I reflect on the blessing of my work, my clients and my schedule.
I’m not in the financial machine, not clawing my way up through grades, don’t have to connect if I don’t want to, dress how I like and take time off the grid.
Say what I like, when I like, to whom I like.
I use devices, travel a lot, work long hours, absorb stress.
But I never feel like my surrounding fellow passengers look.