Extraordinary Ordinary Moments
It began as a very humdrum tram ride en route to some very humdrum errands. I let myself be lulled by the gentle motion of the old Strassenbahn and the soothing voice over the loudspeaker:
Nächste Haltestelle, Puntigam. Umsteigen zu den Linien…
We trundled through the tunnel in the waning dusk, and what would ordinarily be nothing more than a grotty old underpass for a moment became this:
And as I climbed the stairs away from the Haltestelle, I glanced back at the station and saw this:
A tram ride… who knew?
(images by me)