Whirl

I boarded the bus this morning in a pissed off state. It’s not really worth elaboration—let’s just say it involved a 30 minute walk, a rising thermometer, a closed service counter, and an unlucky guy on the other side who really couldn’t do anything but wither beneath my angry stare.

So, back at the bus stop I darted off a quick rant to my wife; boarded the bus with my last bit of change; whipped out a book, and settled into my seat. Twenty minutes later I stepped off of that same bus feeling good. I’m starting my day in a relaxed mode—feeling better informed and much, much, more tolerant of my fellow citizens.

Here’s the point: had I stepped into my car this morning it is likely I’d have arrived at work ready to rip off some heads (this is why I’m not allowed to drive on the weekends).

Thus the joy of the slow ride. Read, relax, and take in the view. Even from a bus, the view is fine.

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