End of Summer

I wish this train were heading in the other direction. The sky is blue, the grass and trees are green and I wish it were November and the sun wasn't up until later in the morning.
Right now I'm looking at a guy holding a pager in one hand and a cell phone in the other. Everyone on this train looks like a glum business person. Even the people I jealously watch get on at Princeton Junction seem like a dissappointment. I need to do something else for a living.