For a moment there, standing under the heated lamps at the east bank light rail station, I could close my eyes and forget who I was. I finally felt like me. I could forget that thanksgiving was tomorrow and that I have been running out of things to be thankful for. I forgot about the protests, the politics, the cold, the anxiety, the depression.. My lack of community. Then I heard the distant ring. I had to open my eyes and it all rushed back at once.















