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September 11, 2013
I can hear cars in the distance roaming on the freeway, and the last remnants of summer crickets chirping before the arrival of the fall season. Somewhere not too far from here someone is baking bread.

Since the time Iíve been driving, I canít recall the last time that I caught the bus.

Tonight I caught the bus, since the front tire is on a flat and since the car ran out of gas.

Reasons Iíve loved catching the bus, was being able to people watch, and soak in the minutes and the moments while waiting like a deep meditation.