It’s storming. Thunder, lightening, and lots of rain are everywhere. For me, the weather makes this a fabulous morning despite that I have to be out in it. I’m on the train, facing backward because too many people don’t flip the seats and take up more seats than they should. The conductor flips his booklet to new tickets. He flips the dollars paid to all face the same way, sorts them according to value, and pockets  the wad again. The train is busy with random little activity. The woman across from me is moisturizing her face and inspecting it in a mirror. Three rows back, a man in a peach…