March 4, 2024:
Girls on the platform, magenta streaks, purple highlights, green and yellow streaks on black. Confused as I break into smiles of solidarity. Who's this white-haired old Gringo with teal in his 'tude?
Gray hair with mustache and cigarette, staring raptly down the track from a position of near-concealment. Rapt with what? The girls? NLF guerrillas in the 60-year-old brush? His demeanor suggests life-or-death concern.
Tiny beauty on a bench, shades up top, phone in hand. Marches up the aisle as I type, swaying very tight jeans an inch from my arm, so that I am suddenly and pheromonally altogether less interested in typing.