God Bless You!

God Bless You! Finished shift at eleven o’clock in the night and go to the underground station, the train flying to the next stop, changed the line here, at Baker Street Get on the first carriage, I am always sitting here, the best place My bag dropped on the seat, I sat down, I love the train window Movie of the passing night view of the city, and views. I said, ‘Finish today.’ A man sat across from me. He was dressed interestingly, like an anachronist artist, with long hair. He said, ‘ Yes, finish my shift too, twelve hours.’ He asked my destination, ‘It’s not too far’, I replied, ‘two stops, fortunately, that’s it.’ ‘Good for you. I am going to the final stop, then change to the bus, which is thirty minutes more.’ He said and looked ahead of him, drowsily, and rested. I watched for a while. He looked for a good man, like a teacher or an actor; a gentle, friendly My stop arrived, and my book closing in my hand, I went to the door and watched back ‘Have a good journey and night.’ I said to him. ‘You too my friend, and God bless you.’ He answered and smiled in a friendly. From the window he watched me. He was a rare soul. God Bless You!