After Metro Park, the sight outside the train window goes from small towns on rivers to small urban centers. Then all at once, the World Trade Center and the rest of the New York City skyline comes into view-etched in the gold of the dawn. And although the Statue of Liberty is hidden by a small mountain, the inscription "I lift my light beside the golden door" comes to mind when seeing the dawn hit the World Trade Center. In fact, at one moment as the train moves, the yellow sun seems to rise between the twin towers-massive enough to be the golden door to every dream of everyone on that train, John thinks.
Pete used to work in those buildings, John thinks. That means something. He should be really proud of that accomplishment...and glad he got out.
Without warning, a big hill becomes a tunnel with a suction swosh. People get up from their seats and rush towards the doors to be the first to get off the train. So mature and business-like...corporate mode. No wonder even though the lights flicker off in the tunnel-throwing the train into complete darkness- no one cops a feel. Well, there's no reason for me to get up then! John jokes to himself.
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