...And the adults are misbehaving.

Just like the green-necked pigeons, they wander around the platform. Their necks are ringed, albeit with scarves and not irridescent feathers. 

They snack on junk food. Peck (at devices). They look remarkably like the birds.

The train is late. The children are fine. They talk to stuffed animals or balance on one foot. A few chase the pigeons, delighted with cause-and-effect. I stamp: they fly. 

I squat to gain a child's perspective. There are so many kinds of shoes! Fur-lined ankle boots, hiking boots, wing-tip oxfords, even some puffy "moon" boots, which seem very retro to me. Now I know why toddlers are so interested in footwear. 

Everything is thick, heavy, insulated; it's winter in Warsaw.

Perhaps I will find a story in this scene. Pigeons included.