Monday, August 01, 2005

Morning commutes are to be savoured.

There is a certain freshness to the riders that is unique to the hour; it fades as the morning passes, and has completely dissipated by the end of the day. Everyone is fresh from bed, fresh from the bath, fresh from their context.

Different as they all are, they are the same, sharing the same space; lightly clad, they have that same look of fresh grooming, their meticulous preparation fated to be undone -- stray hairs smoothed back with wet hands form a frizzy halo by the day's end. They look their best, now, like schoolchildren on their photo day.

There is a slight nervousness and unsureness, over the events to come, only certain to happen and nothing more. Questions drifting in every mind. The heady mix of hope and anxiety permeates the car like a slow fog, mingling freely with balmy perfumes and colognes.

posted at 4:32:36 pm

August 2, 2005   09:20 PM PDT
Nathan got shafted? I'm thinking this wil make a HUGE impact on your search terms...

But man, RADada is like utopia compared to the states. When you get on a bus in the U.S. it smells like last night's alcohol and burning crack pipes. The only thing fresh... is the urine.
August 1, 2005   10:44 PM PDT
They're trying too hard. I can look untidy any hour of the day no matter what I'm wearing.
August 1, 2005   06:31 PM PDT
I'm jealous.
August 1, 2005   04:39 PM PDT
I wrote this last August, between the 27th and the 28th. There used to be a fictional man named Nathan involved, but he was written out. I guess I shafted him.

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1. An alternative form of "Gloria."
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