And Into the Drink

It’s fall. Sunset is coming a little earlier each day. On my train ride home from work this evening the sun was already well on the way to the horizon, painting the world golden as she fell. As PATCO huffed and wheezed us over the Benjamin Franklin Bridge an inch at a time, I couldn’t help thinking, if this train were to tip over and plunge us all into the Delaware River, we’d be beautifully lit on the way down. Perhaps I am a photographer.