I have decided that standing on a moving, frequently-stopping-Metro-bus, is the exact the same thing as standing in a canoe… through a semi-gently cascading rapid.
Both feet, sort of firmly planted… not quite sure where to hang on to.
And desperate muscles, attempting to balance so as not to plummet forward or backward.
Just too bad we are not outside, actually IN a canoe… might be slightly more refreshing.
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