Driving to work one day, something struck me so poignantly that I nearly
had to stop the car.
It was a cool fall morning.
The leaves had turned colors overnight. Light rain gave a welcome
reprieve from the dry sizzling summer we had just endured.
I was a bit bleary eyed—not unusual despite the strong cup of
black coffee I had swallowed in the moments prior my departure.
I fiddled with the radio, trying to find a station not airing
commercials.
A school bus passed by in the voluminous roar of its massive engine. Turning a corner, I headed west only to be struck by the magnificent:
A school bus passed by in the voluminous roar of its massive engine. Turning a corner, I headed west only to be struck by the magnificent:
