One stormy night, walking to the L train with such low temperature I could no longer feel my feet. I felt the breeze of the next train coming, I step back to avoid the oncoming train. Standing across from me on Third Avenue platform a girl stretched out across from me, balling into her hands. It is almost midnight. I was quick on my feet, knowing that would soon be me. It’ll be okay. “This happens, things change.” I say.