Over tWo hours. A bus journey. A stone's throw. A slug.
Feet like peanut brittle. With standing room only, I sat. Grateful. In peace. No book. No hurry. Awkwardly at ease. Dozing. Thinking. Rethinking. Sinking. Into the slowness. Listening.
Icy out. Glass hit with a snowball. Inches from my face. Shielded. Sleepy eyes in circles. Crinkles of shopping bags. So much all around. So much to document...
So much all around.
Instead, I enjoyed the peace. I still do. Nothing to say about it. Joyously forced to slow down.
I was probably the only one happy about it.
Laughing inside. Flurries and madness.
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