Dear J Train,

I don't really miss you,
..not really at all.

Sometimes when I think about being able to read my book while I commute, you jump into my mind; fondly.

Sometimes I think how you come out of the ground on the edge of Manhattan and how the light is always so welcoming
...how you creep across the Williamsburg bridge giving everyone that can see out the very best view you have to offer.

I can still hear the clackety noises you make.

But..
...I also remember standing in the cold and seeing you off in the distance ...or not at all
...and your creeping across the bridge making the air seem colder.

I am fine. It's working for me out here.

I hope you are doing well.

S-