Author: erinwritings

When one hits the road, on foot… and realizes halfway down the back stairs that you’ve left your coffee on the kitchen counter…

…just find the closest slider web. 

That’ll do it. Wide awake! 

No need to go back for the coffee. 

Good morning.  

Something I have noticed… and it just hit me: there are only small courtesies when a bus commuter. 

‘Women first’, isn’t a thing… don’t expect to be let on ahead, or before any man… that doesn’t happen. Seats, (or handrails), are a premium…

But that’s okay, this isn’t 1954. 

However, when people disembark… most always, everyone thanks the driver; this makes me happy. 

It’s the little things. 

Were I driving… I’d miss the morning sun, trying its darndest to pull through the smoky haze from the fires in Canada… 

Never, ever let go of the straps or the support poles…

It’s up to YOU to realize he’s going to slam on his brakes WHILE you are strolling, pondering which seat to jump into. 

Sorry about that. 

“No city should be too large for a man to walk out of in a morning.” ~Cyril Connolly

Soooo wanted to holler,”I’m walkin’ here!” …’Taxi Driver’-style. 
Dear Honda Element…
Patience! We will all get across the damn crosswalk!
There are days… I wish I was quicker at dirty looks and cussing. 

Not my most favorite. Things move too much. 

Until you see your bus, and you MAY not have left the house when you were supposed to… 

Suddenly it doesn’t matter that your boobs are flying everywhere and your feet may or may not kill you upon the grazing of the smallest pebble. 

Just hope that bus sees me and waits at that red light… I can catch my breath later. 

Whew. 

…moments not always seen. 

Standing at the bus stop with twelve other people, in complete silence…

…I wish my kids had been this stoic, at the bus stop, this early in the morning. 

Small bits of color make the morning walk to the bus…breathe deep, only here for a moment.