On the train ride home from work tonight, while instrumental artwork dripped from my head-phones, I noticed a little girl sitting with her mom. Her little sister sat in the chairs next to them, she had I <3 Jesus barrettes in her braids. Their mother was speaking to a man, maybe their father. I couldn't hear her, but I could make out the word "fuck" numerous times. The girl was maybe 9 and seemed comfortable with her mother's crude language. I felt sad for the little girl. Little kids are so pure and I felt sad that her young mind was being shoveled with such harsh words. Her face was blank, empty, but she sat staring and I caught her glance. I smiled at her, fully expecting no response, and then her face lit up so bright, like a light bulb in a dark room. It was the highlight of my night. Human connections might be the only reason we roam this globe. And they can be found anywhere, anytime of day, as long as you're present.