Sometimes I want nothing but the scene out my window, and my own thoughts. I can’t listen to the radio, as I can’t predict what they may play, and there are just some songs I would rather not hear. I savour the dark outside that bus window on my ride home at night, and the opaque glow of billboards, and streetlights.

I get restless, and get in hurry up mode, and I see its my rhythm has been off. I’m not sure how to describe what I mean by that, but its musical in nature. It’s about how quickly you can seem to be going, and rushing ahead, and racing along in life. I see that there is no need to be in this sense of urgency. You miss so many wonderful things when you rush, or allow yourself to be rushed.

I don’t WANT to rush… goodness… I want much more of this thing called LIFE. It’s how I know I’m OK, as how much of LIFE I still desire. I say, slow dddooooowwwwnn.

However, happiness is just one of those sorts of things that just doesn’t stay with you at a constant rate. It drifts in and out at random moments, and sometimes you are stunned to realize you are suddenly caught towards the end of a SPURT of it, and then POOF… it’s gone.

So as a pedestrian, an appropriate accompaniment is essential to ones journey back and forth to work. I spend my entire day it seems talking and being friendly, I really have often very little desire to discourse with anyone before or after work. OR, maybe its more correct to say, it is a select list whom I care to chat with outside of workin’ hours.

Perhaps its one of life’s missions, to learn how to ride those rare spurts of happiness. I can just picture all these baby boomers out there in their surfing gear, grinnin’ from ear to ear.