The end of the commute.
September 9th, 2013, 7am
It was 13°C with scattered clouds. The wind was calm.
There are days when going to work is just going to work. And then there are days when I remember to stop, and breathe, and look around, and be grateful that I’m sitting on a ferry the size of a small ocean liner, and not bumper to bumper on 880, cursing my career choices.
Other moments in Nanaimo
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What majesty! What valiance! He looked right at me with bold and noble stare... then he farted. Smelly moose.
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The edge of the world, apparently.
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About an hour ago. Worth getting up for.
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Some days are better than others.
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After the storm.
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So tiny.
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About to start class.
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First week of class.
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Coming in…
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