Wednesday, September 3, 2008
The Morning Rush
The barely-awake-yet-rushing irony of morning and breakfast-on-the-go. Of coffee, of news, of will-I-make-it-on-time. For the bus, the train; the meeting, the class, the test. For the presentation, the gossip, the water cooler bets. The slowly-picking rhythm of day. While not-so-perfect strangers file alongside you. In cars, streets, lobbies, elevators. Going the same direction; ending in separate ways. We start with good-mornings and end with have-a-nice-days.
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