There's a certain kind of constancy to the trains whizzing through the station.
The initial "light of hope" as they come out of the tunnels - is this my train? Peering down the tracks to see what engine type - could it be a diesel for me? Checking for the color of the cars - please let it be a blue NY train! Joyful rejoicing as the blue train pulls into the station - yay! Abject sorrow as it never stops - boo!
So close to going home, yet so far.
This was actually a delayed train coming through, clearing the tracks so my train could finally arrive. Good thing mine was late, because if you notice, I am not on the same platform as the incoming train - they changed tracks at the last minute.
Fortunately I ran and made it.
Commuter track changes - there's a reason to where running shoes if I ever heard one.
Thank goodness for the weekend.