My Guilty Pleasure: The Peace of a Long Commute

My Guilty Pleasure: The Peace of a Long Commute

The moment I step onto the platform, I take the deepest breath I’ve taken all morning. My more-than-an-hour-long commute involves a fifteen-minute walk to the subway station. Still ahead of me: one eastbound train, one southbound, a streetcar, and a seven-minute trudge through rain or snow. Once I step on board the subway, I’m ready to settle in. At parties and dinners, I complain to anyone who will listen about this injustice (“more than an hou…