After years of familiarity traveling the same route almost every morning, auto pilot kicks in almost in an unconscious manner. It is the familiar bend that when unraveled into a fork reminded me starkly that this is a different morning, one that demands taking the side less traveled , that I will be more and more acquainted with. Consciousness kicks in and with the flick of the signal, I manouvered through traffic to the left side of the fork, emerging the next bend to be greeted by the the recognizable polygonal structure that slowly becomes bigger. Alas, a new morning, a new journey awaits.
Tuesday, August 04, 2015
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