I still drive into the sun both ways. Here's the sun coming up over the local theme park. (True confessions time: Not only was I going down the interstate when I balanced the camera on my steering wheel, I was talking on my cell phone. On my headset.)
The trains in my metro area are clean and well kept. They aren't stinky and graffiti covered like some other subway systems I've been on. The trains don't go that many places, but they are efficient and interface with the system's bus system (as well as other surrounding bus transit systems).
Once I get my seat, I settle in with my mp3 player and either a book or some tatting. I have to change trains half way through. I have to be careful and not get lost in what I'm doing, because I can pass my stop. This week, I looked up from my book (I'm slogging through Guard of Honor for my book club) and realized that I didn't recognize the station. I had gone too far, and had to get off and double back. Oops!
After a few stops, I get to the center of the city. I have to change trains and head north, so I go downstairs to change platforms. Folks are waiting. You see a lot of folks with suitcases, as this line intersects with the airport.
You can take a bicycle on the train.
And some folks have their children with them.
I got to the train platform just after trains had left, that's why there aren't so many people on them. It does fill up. But people are respectful and don't push or jostle. We're southern - we're polite.
I see all kinds of people on the train. Most, like me, are commuters. Some are students. Atlanta has a lot of colleges and universities. Some are visitors - tourists or business people in town for a meeting. You can tell the commuters and the students from the rest of the folks, as people used to riding the train find something to do to occupy their time. A lot of folks listen to music or read a book. Some of the students do homework.
Once, I saw a woman knitting a beautiful hat while she was standing on the platform. She continued this when she took a seat on the train. She was knitting a lovely pattern in burgundy wool using circular needles. I was fascinated. But she got off before I could ask her about her knitting, and I haven't seen her since.
It doesn't take too long for the next rain to get there. So I get onto the train and try and find a seat. It's a little harder here - sometimes I just stand.
We ride along. Sometime we go FAST, up to 70 mph. We go through tunnels and over interstates. Finally the train comes to my stop, and I get off in the crowd.