The Scene

Travel is not just those top-of-the-mountain moments; it's also all the moments in between. Checking a train schedule. Staring at a map. Waiting for the bus. 

I did a bit of bus-waiting yesterday, and while I waited, I looked around. It was a bright, busy morning. A group fitness class was huffing and puffing down by the shore. A taxi-driver was trying to poach bus customers. There was a flea market bustling behind us. 

It was a scene, so I just tried to take it in, let it seep into my consciousness so that on some gray and rainy morning I can pull it out and enjoy it all over again. 

There are scenes happening everywhere — but I'm often busy to notice them. 

(Enjoying the scene with a cup of chai latte.)