A rainy August morning. It's comfortably warm. Drizzling a bit. Grey sky. It's early.

It's too early. People on the bus look tired. Look as if they're not really there.

They're not. In their minds they're far away. In my mind I'm far away. Daydreaming.

It's early on a rainy August morning. I'm on the bus. Daydreaming. I feel good. My life is good.

- quick note from my phone