The trains have stopped. The rain hasn't. A convenience store glows three blocks down. You are the only person on this street. You are not afraid. You are exactly where you should be.
A taxi idles at an empty intersection. The driver is asleep. No one calls it. No one needs to.
The convenience store plays a song from 1994. The clerk is restocking onigiri. We do not speak.
First train. The platform fills with people who also did not sleep. We recognize each other. We say nothing.