Thoughts on a Full Moon Sunday, Long Island Railroad delay

... fatality on the Wyandanch track, Father's Day. am i to infer anything from this? after all, it isn't Christmas... shuffle off, shuffle on, the sky is baleful deep blue, spotlights from driving ranges in the distance... wish i had a wine key... Klonopin comes to the rescue once again. after all, relax it's only time, sketch in notebook, look at pretty girl. headphones on, the journey stretches longer and longer, the music has more meaning now.