It’s a slow dispersal, like raindrops down a window pane. Pausing, as if in thought. Joining and branching, then disappearing.
Scattered, like a rain that grows with sleepy reluctance.
Then a rush, the storm that finally thunders its presence. Winds and howls that stop you in your tracks, and clouds that impede your journey.
Every morning, a yawning procession.
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Morning thoughts on the bus ride to work.
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In the morning, yawn turns to freshness
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They do! Thank you for reading! =]
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Welcome 🙂
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I love how you bring the moments in nature alive 🙂
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I’m so glad you enjoyed it =].
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You capture this so well.
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Thank you! =]
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I fell in love with your description of a morning commute. I hate traffic, but in your piece, in your words, I almost want to immerse myself in one 🙂
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I’m so glad you enjoyed it! Morning traffic is terrible. But it allows for some interesting musings.
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I wish I could afford to use public transport every day to get to work. Things are so messed up in this country that it’s cheaper by half to use the car than to hop on a train.
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Huh…. that’s so weird. And unfortunate. Though to be honest, it’s getting that way here, too. I know a lot of people who drive because it’s the same if not cheaper than buying a bus pass.
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I blame privatisation. It creates nothing but weath for the owners, and nothing but poor service for everyone else. Public transport needs to be renationalised.
But there I go, spouting my socialist rhetoric again. Typical teacher, so says our Secretary of State for Education.
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I’m reading Death of the Liberal Class. Excellent read! Perhaps up your alley!
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I shall add it to my never-ending list of books to read!
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Oh and while I’m at it, allow me to recommend to you “Captive State” by George Monbiot. It’s UK-centric, so may have more resonance with me than with you, but it has portents for the world as a whole.
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Now on the list! Thanks! 😀
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“very morning, a yawning procession.” Excellent usage in the context of your theme.
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Thank you! =]
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I ve rain and storms. Curling up by the fire or in an overstuffed chair is the perfect place for viewing~ 😀
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Ahhh definitely a wonderful place to be during a storm! 😀
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I agree! 😀
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The perfect simile
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Thank you!
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Brilliant analogies.
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Thank you!
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Love your eye for detail. Simple but powerful. Its a beautiful work of art.
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Thank you so much!
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