For Spring No Hesitation Is Great

Today is April 1st. Transit strike. Mayor Koch accepting the fact. Myself, far from crisis central, in North Manhattan, measuring the temperature of my apartment. In the sun it is warm. The crows have returned again for Spring. Today life and the city are o.k. Watching cat in the morning sun. Drinking tea. My 1300 dollars will melt like summer snow, but in the meantime, like samurai I do not show my fear. I remain still as on the subway and prepared to fight. I am sitting under the emergency brake when a coiffured Latin woman rushes aboard. The doors close but she decides she wants out. She bangs on the door as the train begins to move. I see it happen on her face, she finds the red cord and pulls, no hesitation. Maybe someone's hand or foot was caught in the door. Maybe she's just selfish and impetuous, got on the uptown not the downtown side. Maybe the friends she could have been with didn't get aboard. Whatever her reason, she acted and the train obeyed. Some of the passengers sit through the whole thing, some of us stand. Myself, I stand, look for the hand caught in the door. Later, walk home through the pouring rain. Today is April 1st. Transit strike. Sky blue, temperatures mild. Democracy is great.