Tuesday

It’s a foggy, cold day, but I’m sweating from riding my bike quickly to make it to the bus stop on time. In through the nose, out through the mouth is the goal, but the nose is too small a passageway for the amount of air I need. Lights turn red so I scan the scene and pretend I’m turning right, lying to the cars. Then I jaywalk behind them and continue on my original path. I make it on time with a few minutes to spare. The driver points out a stray dog. After looking at it for a minute, I say “Scary.” He mumbles something I can’t understand but I don’t clarify, I just sit down.

People might not be in alignment with my thoughts, but I don’t like dogs. They keep going and don’t back down, I don’t want this to be a therapy session though. I have more observations to make.

Mornings are slowing down as I get older. Also as I ease into the day, taking things as they come and not getting too worked up. What is creeping through the fog? What will I miss? What will be revealed? 

Metal and wood. A flock of birds is like an organism in the sky. An administrative meeting in Education attempts to change course while remaining true to purpose. Refinement, concerns, clarity to increase understanding.

Sustenance. Just a bit to carry on. Speaking of carry on:

This bag is pretty awesome.