A Day on the Move

October 1st

This morning started early, with the alarm clock pulling me out of sleep before the sun had fully stretched across the sky. I got myself ready, gathered my things, and stepped out the door to catch the bus. There’s something grounding about that first moment outside — the cool air, the quiet of the street, and the small anticipation of what the day might bring.

The bus ride itself was a familiar rhythm. People boarding with their coffees, headphones, and sleepy faces. I found my seat, settled in, and let the city roll by through the windows. It’s always a mix of stillness and motion — time to think, time to scroll through my phone, or sometimes just watch the neighborhoods waking up.

At work, the day unfolded steadily. Tasks, conversations, and the usual ebb and flow of productivity. There were moments of focus and moments where I just had to push through, but each hour moved me closer to the finish line. By midday, I found myself grateful for the little breaks — a chance to grab something to eat, stretch, and reset.

The afternoon carried its own weight, but also its small wins. Whether it was finishing something on time, helping a coworker, or just feeling like I stayed on track, those moments mattered.

When the workday ended, I found myself back on the bus, this time surrounded by the buzz of people heading home. The ride felt different — more tired, more reflective. Watching the streets in reverse, I thought about how the day was not extraordinary, but it was mine.

Sometimes, a day is just about showing up, moving forward, and letting the rhythm of buses, work, and small pauses carry you through.