This one is pretty short.

The last few days, I've noticed a particular pattern in my train exit.
I get up a minute or two before my stop and head to the exit doors. There I stand in the vestibule waiting for my stop to come and swirling around me are a bunch of cotton wood buds.

The funniest part? Grown men try to catch the cotton wood floating in the air like they would if they were five and chasing fireflies.

Yep. There's a cotton wood tree of entertainment on my train. A cotton wood tree of entertainment for all.