You are here, the words say with an arrow pointing down over my head.
Yes, I believe it may have been a wink to all those metro maps suggesting that I am a red dot on some color coded system. As I hop on this moving, noisy, human sardine box, I am reminded of the words again.
I am here, not a dot on a map, but a result of all the choices I have made, the mistakes I have yet to learn from, the courageous leaps and bounds, the tentative jittery hops, the last minute dashes, the unconscious strolls.
I relish in this moment of complete focus.
This moment where my mind and my body are at the same place, at the same time.
I am here.