In the crowded subway train filled with commuters heading home from a hard day's work he finds the most comfortable seat - on his dad's feet, that familiar place where he is assured contact, that place on which on many occasions past he sat, clinging to dad's leg as dad walked back and forth with him while he screamed in delight. On dad's feet he is assured comfort. The hard surface of the subway seat loses out in that competition. At dad's feet there is certainty and confidence. His safety is assured. The tenuous surrounding is no cause for worry. Dad's feet provides the stability the swaying train cannot guarantee. There is no other place on that train he would rather be than on dad's feet.
[photo art by Ric Couchman]