I think the scariest thing about the metro is the way it moves relative to where it is in the world. The way it twists and contorts and it seems to come close to derailing 20 something feet in the air. I guess people experience this with regular trains, and yeah it's bad enough there, but the fact that it's usually traveling over traffic doesn't help. Imagine if this tram fell over the expressway, I doubt they would even repair it. The trust in the whole metro rail system would be completely shattered, and it would become a monument to our stupidity. As a reminder that flying trains are probably not a good idea.
"Civic Center Station!"The conductor said over the intercom.
I snapped out of my some what deep thoughts. The window framed the sudden metamorphosis of the city skyline turn into a concrete train station suspended high in the air. The glaring morning sun being eclipsed by the walls of the station. Everyone on the train started to shuffle around and get ready to get off. Luckily the train wasn't too packed today. I jumped to my feet, grabbed Xerxes (my trusty steed and favorite longboard.)swung my backpack over my shoulder and ran out the train doors. Those slippery shits give 10 people 2 seconds to get out and 20 people to get on. You gotta be quick because, just like the rest of the city, not even the doors are gonna wait for you. It's almost like the whole city has a sense of autonomy, down to inanimate objects. Number one rudest city in the country. It's a title, but not one I'm proud to wear.
I looked out over the platform that overlooked Jackson Memorial Hospital. It was perfectly accented by the luxurious high rises and important city buildings. The green trees and sunshine giving this warm feeling that you spreads over your skin. The wind cooling your skin where the sun was searing it. Both simultaneously creating a warm comforting sensation in the center of your chest. Nature seems to culminate in this city to try and create another Eden. Miami is one hell of a city, and I can see why everyone flocks from all over the country to get here. It's beautiful, Heaven on earth.
I wished I had a better reason to be here than to bring bad news. As I descended down the stairs I counted off how many times my poor mother could afford to bring me this deep into the city. When I hit the bottom step I ended up with four times, not even a whole hand.I looked out into the expanse of the city, watching people walk around me. Where is my sense of adventure? I need to explore this city more. After all these years I can't believe the skyscrapers and beaches are still a mystery to me. If someone from out of town were to ask me what Miami is like I wouldn't be able to answer them. I dropped Xerxes on his wheels, stepped on him, and took off towards the front of the hospital desk.I put my hand on the side of my head and moved my hair around, I really need to get out more.
I wove my way through people, trees, and tables around the hospital grounds. beautiful thing about Miami, it never gets cold here so our architecture is never afraid to touch and mix with the outside. As if the buildings hearts were filled with life. I ducked under a few straw palm leaves and and swerved around the crowds of people. They gasped as I rode past them. I love the shock and surprise I get from people as I ride past them. A security guard looked at me for a second and then looked away just as quickly. what I'm doing isn't illegal
I made it to the front desk and got in line for the visitor sticker. God, I hate this part. The lobby was pretty nice, the walls were a plain beige color and the tiles were those speckled kind. I have no idea what they're called but they're are formal and pleasing to the eye. As you stand in line you could see the portraits of the biggest donors and CEO of the hospital. I guess it's there to remind you that a hospital is just another business. It's easy to forget amidst all the kindness and goodwill. Pretty close to the portrait wall was a sitting area with cushy arm chairs, small tables, and a few large potted plants. Sprinkled into the lobby were well dressed families, nurses and doctors coming in and out of their shifts, and patients getting out for some sunlight. Sunlight cures depression don't you know?
