Observed: Two mortals, men in their twenties, get off the 8:13 train from different cars. Each waves to each. Consumed with grin, one dog-trots to meet his cohort just starting down the concrete stairs.
Conclusion: He has words in his mouth; his day can begin.
Observed: A murder of crows stalks the parapets at the north end of the footbridge leading away from the station. As I approach them I caw, unable to know whether
I offer gibberish (“Say me Mary bean can!”) or intention (“Make way! King of Crows!”). They shrug off with silent flaps, appearing reluctant to converse with an obvious impostor.
Conclusion: I have spoken without having anything to say.