After a long, glorious walk in the summer New York sun, I took the Q train home.
As I stood in the car with the train rattling on, I noticed a petite woman sitting nearby who was knitting intently.
Her needles pulled a single string of yarn from a bag on the floor while the square she was working on grew ever larger.
I gave her a broad smile and two thumbs up. She smiled back shyly, and then cast her eyes back down to her work.
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