[An entry which happened a few months ago] I saw a lady last night who was on the midnight train. She was French - mid forties was my assumption - and she had two children with her, a teenage girl and a younger teenage boy. She was gradually getting tired and her children were becoming ever still and silent as their last drops of energy fell further from their eyes as the night wore on. I couldn’t help but observe the woman. She was attractive and delightful in that touristy way. What I couldn’t help notice though is how much she kept smiling at her children’s brief words and movements; Her smiles were that of, “yes I’m tired, but my children and my life no matter what struggles I could face fill me with everlasting joy”. It wasn’t long before I started to feel reminded of my mom and the way she would smile at every short word spoken or little movement made when she herself was somewhat tired and dreaming of sleep. As the midnight train wore on reaching its each destination, the lady’s eye’s closed, her children slept and I then descended at the next station where I walked home through the midnight that smiled.