I took the bus home tonight. I don’t mind. It gives me some quiet time, some introspective time… Also, it helps  me get over some of my fears (buses, bridges, strangers, etc.). After the 15 minute bus ride I have a 15 minute walk home that gives me more quiet time. Today, my flingin’ flangin’ bus driver passed my stop because there was minor road construction. I pulled the cord and he stopped two streets down the road. I trucked it back and walked my normal route home.

The air was thick with asphalt, goldenrod and late July heat. It was oddly quiet with just the construction crew and their vehicles on the road. When I arrived at the road I needed to cross, it was bottled-necked with traffic. A construction worker asked me if I needed to cross. When I gave my consent, he stopped traffic for me.

I know I have lost quite a few pounds in recent months, but I didn’t know I was a “traffic-stopper”.