San Francisco

It is a rare moment when everything is silent on the bus, the engine is running in rhythm and no one is crying or asking me for things. The sun is setting over the bay as we head west back into the city. It is so calming and rhythmic that one forgets that they are traveling, that you are in motion, speeding through time and that anything you do will not change your path, we are all just travelers, seeing and experiencing.

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