Lesson 4 Part 2: Sensory Camera

Elevator was full of people with some type pf rolling bag. 5 women including ma and 1 man. The 4 other women wore dark colored suits. The man was casually dressed in slacks and a cotton shirt like me.

Walked past a man wearing a pressed white button-up shirt, blue jeans and sneakers. He was talking about the interview he just had at the coffee shop with a round woman who held a chubby baby on her hip.

Many cars passed by on the street, but a dark silver two-door sports car blasted rap music out its open windows.

While waiting at the train station, a black woman in a white shimmering dress and white high heels was singing and dancing in place.

On the train, the man sitting across from me reads the sports section of the newspaper. Various sections of the newspaper lay on the floor. He wears a blue striped shirt, dark blue slacks, dark blue socks and black shoes. A black backpack sits on the bench next to him. He has graying hair short hair with matching hair around his mouth in a partial beard. Thin wire frame glasses sit on a wide-nostril nose.

A young white couple gets on with a folded-up baby stroller. It is dark blue with green trimming. The mother walks past me with the toddler on her hip. The toddler is wearing a Minnie mouse hooded sweatshirt. The father sits on the bench across the aisle from me, taking up the whole bench with the stroller. I hear the little girl a few rows behind me chattering to her mother. The girl has a high-pitched voice, but I cannot hear the mother’s responses.

Across the aisle, facing the man with the stroller is a broad shouldered black man in a green jacket, black jeans and white sneakers. There is a large black and grey backpack next to him, filled fully. He is lounging against his elbow which is propped up on the window ledge. His eyes slowly close then flicker open and then repeat the pattern.

A woman behind me and to the left speaks rapid Spanish into a cell phone.

Someone else coughs lightly.

Male laughter erupts farther back in the car. Loud talking continues for quite some time.

The seats are a worn blue fabric with little padding. The hand railing is covered in chipping yellow paint, the silver metal peeking out in many places.

The constant clanking of metal echoes around the car as the train jostles from side to side, getting worse at certain sections of the track.

At a stop, I see a woman in a blue shirt and blue jeans peering at the transit map. She has dirty blonde hair and a red hand bag.

The doors open and close on their own. Then a male voice comes over the speakers instructing people to keep clear of the doors. The doors open and close once more before the train leaves the station.

At another station, a pink-haired girl is talking on the pay-phone. She has a bright pink backpack on her back that has yellow and blue flowers on it. She is wearing a white shirt and blue jean capris.

A teenage girl gets off the train. She has a beat-up blue backpack on her back. Her dark grey hoodie is pulled up over her head. She has torn blue jeans on and worn-out sneakers.

An older black man gets on with a blue bike. The seat cover is worn. The tires are dirty. He is wearing a tan baseball cap, dark blue sweatshirt, faded blue jeans and rumpled black Velcro sneakers. A chain with a padlock is slung around one side of his neck, across his chest and back and under the other arm. He looks out the window next to him.


Note: I couldn’t smell anything, but my nose was partially clogged due to allergies.