There is really no halfway. On the subway, you either make eye contact or you don’t. I tend to make eye contact, but mostly I am looking at the books people are reading. I am not sure what it is about books, but it seems to be the easiest thing to get people talking.
Today, when I looked up from my book (Legoland by Gerard Woodward), I noticed one eerie thing. With two exceptions, everyone and everything they were carrying were decked out in very muted colours. It reminded me of that computer commercial that was inspired by Fritz Lang’s Metropolis. No wonder everyone was rather subdued. With that colour palette, who wouldn’t be. The sunrise had been a beautiful red slash in the sky, but these people took no inspiration from it.
Obviously, since you probably know my style well by now, you could surmise that Today’s Perfect Moment came from those two exceptions. Well done, or should I say good surmising?
The first exception was that one man was carrying a rather neon green reusable shopping bag to cart around whatever he needed for the day. He could just as easily used a briefcase or backpack, but he went with the abundantly green grocery bag. This is a pretty common trend in Toronto (and maybe Canada as well), so no points for originality. However, tons of points for the colour choice.
That is not Today’s Perfect Moment, however.
Instead, I have no choice but to award it to exception number two. After reading, I firmly believe that you will agree with me. If you don’t, please leave a comment below.
Exception number two was a woman who I had seen earlier when she boarded my bus. I caught sight of her as she was passing my seat, and opting not to take the empty seat next to me. I told myself that it was because it was close to the door and probably too cold. I didn’t look at her again because I knew it would be rude to crane my neck. I could tell that she had her own unique style, but my brief glimpse was hardly sufficient to determine more than that.
Since I did not proceed directly to the subway from the bus, but lingered in one of the small shops in the terminal, I did not expect to see her again. So it was with surprise that I ended up standing next to her seat when I managed to get to the subway.
In that see of drab colours (black, military green, that weird brownish…beige colour of winter coats) she definitely stood out. She was wearing a matching knit hat and scarf, both white with a purple knit flower attached to them. Her hair that was so cleverly bound up in the knit was a dark red that makes you understand the word scarlet much clearer than it can ever be explained. Additionally, purple featured very large in her wardrobe; from head to toe, in fact. From under her purple jacket I could see a purple sweater sticking out from her sleeves. Her leg coverings were also purple. I did not look at her boots, but I suspect that they were purple as well.
I will admit a fondness for purple as this is one of my school colours. However, on this day, I just appreciated that someone could break the gloom of the subway car. Someone decided to brighten the day.
When I got off the subway, I joined the other lemmings.