It’s noisy in the Elmhurst Station this morning. The homeless community at the entrance level carries on a lively discussion in Spanish. The R train rolled in as I typed that last statement, and I’ve already transferred to an F train that waited briefly at Roosevelt for the R train riders wanting to switch. I’m rejoicing this morning that after months of alternative routes, the F train will stop at Roosevelt Island.
Because I arrived at the Island very quickly – it’s early – I will finish this blog to you from my seat here beside the East River. Delicate white blossoms of cherry trees wave beside me. The architectural marvel of the Queensboro Bridge crosses the river with the tram rising beside it, carrying people to Manhattan. Sunshine reflects off skyscrapers, the sky tinged with a faint pink. A tug pushes a barge up the river. In the distance, I see the stately United Nations building. I listen to birds sing amongst the constant roar of Manhattan traffic.
This is my world this Saturday morning. God bless your day. My verse today: “I know that my Redeemer liveth.” Berniece
An Ordinary Life 
Back at Roosevelt Station, waiting for an R train. Two interesting things from market customers today: a family speaking Icelandic. Also, a customer told me there are a few North Koreans on Roosevelt Island with the United Nations. The customer said, “For obvious reasons they keep to themselves.” Hmm. How could I meet them?
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