People always say pregnant women have a "glow." When I read that or hear it in movies, I always picture one of those Jesus icons with a bright yellow halo around his hair. I had never witnessed this phenomenon personally until today in Park Street station. A gorgeous woman around 30 years old passed me in a tight-fitted T-shirt that showed off her big pregnant belly. She wore a contented smile like nothing I'd ever seen, and you could see that all her thoughts pointed to that belly. She wasn't holding it or even looking at it, but the power of that connection filled the station with sweet resplendence.
Then I spent the whole ride home thinking of names for babies.
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