These are the people standing on the platform at Powell station at 22:37:
An oriental girl wearing neutral skinny jeans, dulce de leche-colored moccasins and an azure tee. She is leaning heavily on her left foot.
A girl wearing red jeans, black chukka boots and a grey leather jacket. She has a slender face like a jackal, and she is pretty. She holds a tan purse big enough to stow a bowling ball.
A bearded hipster wearing black vans with white laces and skinny black jeans and a dark, dark camo jacket over a black and white horizontally stripped shirt. He is leaning against a pillar and he is also wearing a hat. He hair hasn't been washed in a month; there is little doubt of that.
And older Asian lady with mom-length hair and white running shoes with pale blue accents. She is wearing a dull lime-colored windbreaker and has a canvas grocery bag slung over her shoulder. She looks tired.
Wedge heels and blue jeans and a slender brown leather bag. I can't see her face, just her hair pulled into a neat bun. Brunette. A black leather jacket hides a printed blouse. She seems fun.
An old lady wearing pearl white sneakers and hair to match. Her skin is wrinkled and she complains out loud about the N Judah. I barely notice her large earrings with cats on them, and now I can't look at anything else. She's wearing loose-fitting grey slacks and a black windbreaker.
Light-grey-to-the-point-of-white tights (maybe jeggings) and calf-high black leather boots. An electric red cardigan sweater cinched with a shiny leather belt over a black tee shirt. She is much older than she dresses. Her died black hair is fading at the roots. She is curvy, but not voluptuous.
And old man with white hair and glasses. He doesn't know it but he's monochrome: verdant khakis and a plaid shirt that mixes emerald and forest green. Even his beige shoes are kind of green. He's pulling a pale mint-colored bag and holding an a taupe notebook. His black duffel bag stands out.
Black leather shoes, black tights, shiny black jeans., She's wearing a black nylon jacket and holding black backpack in her lap. She's Asian. Only the shock of her red hooded sweatshirt makes me curious about her.
Patent-leather heels, dark slacks, a grey pullover sweater with a floppy collar. She's holding a canvas bag in her lap, her hair is pulled back in a bun, and she has a round sweet face accented with pearl earrings. She smiles oddly, as I furiously scribble down notes.
