Marvelling at the Sun’s beauty again, I realise, my commute extended from dawn til dusk.
With a 7am departure, a peaking sliver of pink peach rose to my right. Along the journey, a tall sky inhaled it up to a full circle of orange.
My 8pm return, the same peach – once more on my right – descending and nestling into slumber.
13 hours have passed, and I’m satisfied. I have done all I could for this day.
On my last commute into the city, my regular train service was unavailable due to their staff members being on strike. I shared the update with my work group chat, and that I still managed to get into the office.
Their emoji reactions show they’ve become familiar with me perhaps running more than most. Covering 102kms between home and my work office though!? I must say their expectations are severely out of touch.
