The Metro
You can think about a lot of things standing at the Metro. you could be thinking about the music playing at the Metro station, they seem to play the same few songs at the same few stations you go to. Who gets to pick these? Why haven't you heard any of these tracks outside the Metro before?
You could also be monitoring the mass of people on the other side of the station, sometimes you can count the number of people on your hand, and other times the mass of people gets so large you start wondering if their motion could be better explained by fluid mechanics.
You hear a distinct chime -more like an alarming beeping sound- signaling that the Metro is approaching. Seconds later it arrives, unfortunately a set of tracks separates you two; it is not your turn yet. What looked like a blur a second ago slowly reveals it's form. You set your eyes on the lower half of the train. It looks complicated. A testament to the years of collective human effort that went into it. It runs on electricity, impressive for its age.
Seconds later it sets into motion again. Just as fast as it had arrived, it left. The crowd on the other side is now different. Those who just got out of the carts are now heading towards different ends of the station, to different exits. The fluid mechanics analogy spurs into mind again. You're now watching the water slosh around to reach its new equilibrium, as opposed to the dripping sink adding more to a half-full container. These are all people.
The crowds are varied, you're surrounded by people from all walks of life. to your left stands an old man in a striped button down shirt, to your right another man who seems to be in his 20s, wearing a military outfit. you notice behind him a family consisting of 4 people outfitted in simple yet colorful abayas and a man between them outfitted in a plain navy jellabiya.
You hear that chime again. The lights on your side of the station start blinking. That's it. It is now your turn to go. Goodbye.

(A mini model of the metro at the entrance of the administrative building in my uni)