Long Nights, Early Mornings

November 12th, 2013, 11pm

It was 15.6°C. The breeze was gentle.

Commuting is where time takes a vacation. In the mornings (Mondays especially), I ask myself what specifically happened to all the plans I had during the weekend, and where did I go wrong. Truthfully the bus is a mix of emotions. Some people are running to catch the 29 to the BART Station into the city; others watch idly as dusk transitions into a full grown evening. Some stare intently at their cellphones as a means to pass the time, scrolling slowly through Candy Crush in hopes of finally beating all that fudge.

I exist in all these people. Day and Night.


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