Wandering Eyes
As I impatiently awaited my arrival to Penn Station with one of my best friends, Amber, I decided to observe our train ride. Â Not a bad way to kill time might I add. Â A voice comes over the loud speaker, clearly automated, stating “This is the train to Penn Station.” Â Also flashing directly in front of me in red reads ‘THIS STATION IS PENN STATION’. Finally, almost there. Â The conductor walks by but does not clip our tickets just moving from cart to cart i’d guess. Â I never realized how bright trains are at night especially. Â I like the newer trains so much better there’s just something clean about them compared to the old ones. Â The Seats also make the train brighter with the blue and light green leather, if it’s safe to call this leather. Â Such odd colors for a train wouldn’t you think train seats would be like, black? I don’t know something dull. Â There’s something very eery about entering the long dark tunnel as we descend into Penn Station, I hate when my ears slightly pop. Â The dark tunnel does make for taking a cool picture, such as the one I chose to post.