On the AisleDear Diary:I was in a window seat aboard a train bound for Port Washington that had been sitting in Penn Station for a while. She floated down the aisle just before the doors closed and halted in front of me. Without a word, she stuck her ticket into the back of the seat on the aisle of the row I was in. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her tiny frame rise and fall with each silent breath. When I woke up, the train was stopped at Port Washington.

Source: New York Times January 19, 2020 07:52 UTC