I missed the bus the other morning, by moments, I grumbled quite loudly as it sailed past me just as I reached the end of my road. I don’t have time to go back home and make myself a cup of coffee, I just have to wait for the next one to trundle along.
And after about five minutes of thinking of the incidentals of life, Have I got everything? What have I got to do next? Will this term ever end? I noticed tiny flashes of green and the tinniest glimmer of flowers. All by turning on my heels in a circle at the bus stop.
I was glad that bus sailed by, I would have missed the beauty of the day and the most precious of buds in February.