As A Passerby
Sometimes I bypass the freeway and take the city streets to work. I like watching all of pedestrians quickly walk by and the speeding cars weave in and out of the morning traffic.
The summer sun, still rising, illuminates the early birds and the morning people that are out walking dogs and riding bikes, and the young children get up to play before the weather gets too hot for their sensitive skin.
I watch as uniformed individuals run after the bus that is moving precisely on time. The hussle and bussle of the work day spins the crowds of living beings into a rush as they try and get to their appropriate destinations, and I just sit in my car and watch as a passerby.