Field Trip to Jazz at Lincoln Center

The M5, usually quiet on mid-morning weekdays was full of pre-adolescent children.  The few adults that were riding it, found a seat here or there, or were offered one by some of the children, politely following the guidelines of their instructors.  And when they got off, I think we all kind of missed their boisterousness, filling up a space in a very unique and sacred way.  It was suddenly so quiet, the world was no longer something in need of commentary, it was once again the world we all knew after a number of years.  But several of the riders chuckled to one another at the change, a little jovial lingering of what had been there before.