 Up early, before the sunrise, conversation, creativity, stop, and breathe, sweat, and stretch, I walk to the train, I sit and rest, my eyes closed and ears open to the world around me. I am startled awake at the sound of something being dropped, a plastic water bottle in the hands of an overburdened traveler. I see a stranger reach down and hand it to her, a small gesture filled with significance. I see you, and I'm here to help. I let my body relax again, my eyes close, the movement of the train rocking my body. I surface with a tap on my arm from the man next to me. The water bottle he points out leaked when it fell, the waters creeping our way towards the bag that rests at my feet. I smile. I nod. Thank you, I say. This small gesture is filled with significance. I see you, and I am here to help. This is New York City.