You’re standing on a train station platform, waiting. Then you hear it, that poooing poooing sound shooting along the metal tracks, the hum of some 1,500 volts powering past just before the train comes into the station.
A little life lesson
😯 the ‘oh sh*t, I’m sorry’ face.
I was just out on my bicycle, wearing a hideously fluorescent yellow jacket and of course a helmet. I was merrily peddling along as a woman pulled out of a junction and immediately made the 😯 face at me.
Sometimes, most times in fact I think I think too much. My brain seems to dive right down between the weeds and starts looking for root cause, for an answer, a reason, the bigger picture, for the beginning. Sometimes, while in amongst the roots it is also up there in the clouds, happy, enjoying the freshness of each delicate moment. It is rare my head rests.