She was feeling a little warmer than she should for the temperature outside; fall was in the air; the leaves on the trees that accompanied her walk were yellow and red.  The breeze that blew on her face was under 65 degrees. Yet sweat had collected at the crown of her head. She stepped up the train stairs and greeted the regular passengers as she sat in her typical seat. The silent car, last seat, with a full window view.  As she sunk into the seat, relief settled over her as she felt the air conditioning blowing on her. She was more than just warm from her walk; she was a bit feverish. Thank goodness for the quiet of this commuter car. She had listened to noise all day and needed silence now.  The train was on the move to make its 10 stops before hers. Today it will feel like a...

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