I rushed out of the office at 5:30 with all my gear in tow, raring to get home to prepare dinner. I had to stop by the grocery to pick up some green onions and dessert for dinner plus milk and bread for everyone during the weekend. I skipped the first express subway train that hit the station because it was packed full. The next train took a while to come and I found myself staring at the tracks.
It was dirty with mud and all the grime of elevated train tracks — there was still sufficient daylight for me to see so many coins embedded on the mud although I couldn’t make out which ones were quarters or dimes and nickels and which ones were pennies. But there were a lot of them in a uniform copper tone. Round treasures hidden in the grime. I bet you if we sifted the muck and got all those coins, we’d come up with a hefty bag of goodies.