During this past winter vacation, an old friend from Atlanta visited San Francisco. We ate dinner at Chinatown and explored the night view of downtown SF — all cherished memories.
My friend took an Uber ride back to her hotel at Millbrae. After I bid her goodbye, I stepped into the BART station at Powell Street to wait for my train ride home. The time was around 9 PM; not too late into the night. When I arrived on the platform, the timetable sign displayed ‘10-car train to Antioch in 26 minutes’. I must have just missed the previous train for Antioch, I realized. So, I waited, pacing around the massive platforms.