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I'm on a bus. Not the bus, but one of many buses.

I really don't mind the bus, though a great many people do. I wonder if it's because it was a much a part of my childhood travel as the car. That said, I'm not sure if it's my preferred mode of transport.

That's probably got two wheels and is powered by legs.

But no bike today, the juggle of home and work commitments forced my hand on that one.

So I'm grateful for the bus. To sit and read, to listen. To be still. And at. 8:30 to take pictures of odd bits of window.