Bus Report #106

I left the house early this morning, and it was so dark and foggy out all the lights were diffused and soft.
It was so pretty, I almost didn't see a truck rattling down my street.
I had to run to catch the 22 Fillmore. Carmen and I sat together and chatted.
She asked how my party had been and we gossiped in Spanglish.
It was one of those quiet, introspective mornings, a good start to the day.