The bus

A sense of quiet, out of place in a flurry of busy commute, wheels turning, engines roaring. But alas i sit, silent, besides for the music dripping into my ears.
a blue sky, sun rising to its peak, a book so calm in my hands, looking out over a river, observing the world as it passes on.
What was once fear of going to the right place or letting the clock tick beyond meeting, has become an air of pride, a taciturn roar of confidence.
Unsure of what has altered my lifetime, but knowing it has been a woven piece of thread changed for the good.