The crush of a crowded 2 train...the despondency of another frenetic, yet endless workday in Manhattan...travelers pressing against one another, hollering to "let 'em off, let 'em off!"...
The homeless drudge in the corridor, pleading for "a little help, ma'am; Jesus will thank you..."...the oppressing heat of a New York summer suffocating the underground tunnels...a parent nagging and yelling at their child...
And then I see it- flitting between pedestrians, over and under the rafters, briefly alighting on my backpack- a tiny white butterfly...pale and delicate, it rests on the homeless man's shopping cart, flies in front of the whimpering child, and waves past the glassed-in ticket-taker's booth...
It flutters over my head, soaring towards the grate in the ceiling, glimpsing hints of sunshine in this dark underground world...and darts past the mass of humanity, up, up, up, and out, to light, to freedom!
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