still a cold day

... in the subway people were waiting in the sounds of garbled newspapers, loud steps, casual talk about the weather and the faint hiss of the ventilation shafts.
The clock on the wall shows the time, 07:30. Men and women going to their workplaces to earn a decent living. At least most of them.

Within the crowd he could see how others got pick pocketed, how they still were laughing at dirty jokes while their hard earned money got swapped away; along with the small pieces of plastic and paper that represented their very identity.

Despicable as it was, he couldn't care less. Others saw it as well, not many, that is true, but enough to have been able to prevent it. They would simply look away.

The train lights appeared at the far end of the tunnel. Shortly after they all went silent. [the pickpocket had earned his pay]
The clock on the wall ticked away slowly, while some tapped their feet on the floor, impatient as they were.
It reached the station, blazing by them not 20 cm away, screeching as it stopped.
The doors open. A crowd exits from every door, while another was eager to enter.

Attention. Doors closing.

Inside, people weren't as eager to talk as they were before. Some were reading, others were listening to music in small hidden earphones. Some were standing, holding themselves to the metal poles around and near every exit and above their heads. Some were sitting, doing mostly the same things.

They all had a grim look on their faces, starring into the void of the long compartment as it turned and casually wobbled.

The train stopped at the next station, not 3 minutes after departure.

Doors opening.

A crowd exits from every door, while another was eager to enter.
He got out near an intersection.

It was still cold outside.