I’ve never understood stairs for what they are. I know they save space, but isn’t it easier to just go up a vertical incline? Easier for everyone, old people and handicapped?

I go down the rather scary vertical stairs to reach the main floor to exit the train. I’m ready to start moving again. The doors slide open, and tons of people wait for their loved ones.

It is so beautiful, watching a person’s face light up when they see someone that they completely love. But it’s the hardest thing in the world when you realize you have no one to hug.

I walk down the platform and onto a vertical incline that leads into the station. It is so much easier. I grab a pamphlet advertising that a nearby diner has the best blueberry pancakes in the world.

At that moment. At that second, it happened. I figured it out.