Originally written (not posted) 2/7/2009 6:39 AMThe day breaks the dark winter sky with shades of pink and orange. The street lamps in the parking lot cast a subtle glow over the frosty car below. The train… already 3 minutes late.The platform … covered with salt.The air … crisp, mid teens with a wind coming in from the northMe … cold I get on the train and sit next to another passenger who’s made himself quite comfortable in the leather two-seater. Part of his thigh is on my square. Making no attempt to give me any room he continues to read his morning paper. I take out my pass and…