The Daily Grind

Every day begins the same, with the sunrise painting the city red.

Her morning ritual begins, a desperate race against the clock. The station platform

is a swirling vortex of hurried silhouettes. With a surge, she forces herself

into the metal beast's belly. Packed like sardines, personal space is a luxury forgotten

here. Each breath is a struggle for air amidst the jostling masses.

The endless journey unfolds, a standing testament to routine. The train sways

violently, a mechanical rhythm echoing her weariness. Day after day, this confined space

defines her morning reality. Escaping the train, a renewed sense of urgency propels