Almost invisible

About a week ago, I can't really rightly remember why I was on a trip downtown, but as I boarded the train the car was full. There were people sitting in the wheelchair accessible stations- - they have these seats that are easy to fold up and then you can slide right into beside them in your wheelchair and be out of the way. Of course, if there are any rules the rules are that you surrender these seats to those that are either people in wheelchairs are seniors that doesn't always hold true but it's a nice thought. This guy wasn't sitting in the seats they were already full when I came on board and I just sort of sandwiched myself between a couple of other seats in the regular section of the train. This guy was sitting next to the door kind of and I don't think he moved while the entire time I was on the train which is for about 40 streets which is actually quite a while. I think I've mentioned before that we are now in the cold season in Salt Lake quite often mixed with rain or snow or mist or just slush and it's really cold when you get wet. Many times while waiting for the train or the bus I just can't wait for that big old vehicle to pull up and open its doors so I can roll in and catch some warmth for however my trip will last. It's a great warmth that comes the public transit not only do you have the heat from the vehicle which in many cases is overheated- - which is not a problem for me - - but you also have the heat from the mini bodies that are packed into the Sardine Can of a train or a bus. Many times I do close my eyes and let the rocking motion of the vehicle send me into some kind of a light sleep it's very hypnotizing to a point. I couldn't help but wonder if the individual bunched up on the side of the train with the blanket over his head was there for the duration of the train he was going to stay there as long as the driver was going to let him. He's lucky it would be hours he could ride all morning if it's luck holds out and the driver's not on one. Maybe he was on his way to the library, that's where I got off, the library is a warm place to go in the winter time I found and I think I've also found that many other folks who have no other place to go have started going to the library's across the country. Salt Lake library is very good and very warm. Every once in awhile I saw whoever was underneath this blanket move its foot just let me know that he was at least alive. I'm sure there's been more than one train where the individual end up dying under the blanket and nobody found out for hours until either the end of the run or somebody accidentally knocks over the corpse. This guy wasn't dead yet but I'll bet he had a story…