Morning

 When I had to take the bus to work it was one of my favorite parts about the situation at the time. The morning light shining in, the cool air, and getting to observe the world for a while from a perspective of removal from other aspects of my life. When I'm on the bus on my own going elsewhere left only to observe others but not speak much I'm just a traveler. For a while I'm not bound by anything at what I call home. A new life with new people, no one immediately knows you out there. You have a chance again but only with what you have on your back and in mind. No one is there to tell you where to go, the only direction is the morning air and what others present to you as someone they don't know yet.