As I was riding the 37XX bus into the city, togo to work, I was amazed at the beauty that I seen.  As we rode, it was still night outside, the sunlight eluding us for another half an hour, fog was still sticking to the grass, giving everything an unearthly look.  Mist rolled over the downtown airport, giving guidance to the planes that were to come in and land.  Hundreds of white and blue lights in their organized and strategic rows.  A plane came in and landed effortlessly, as a feather would upon the grass.  Light and airy. 

 

Past the airport was the train.  The overpass travels over the train yard, showing its wares proudly as you pass across.  Opening up for inspection, and giving small looks into it's secret treasures.  Fog entwined with the train engines, and the train's lazy horn blew almmost sololmly, almost sadly, as if lost in natures smoke.  As it barrelled through the rails, the click clack of the cars was soothing, almost melodic.  I closed my eyes and let the sound calm my soul, breaking down the defenses if only for a second.  Peaceful, blissful and blessed. 

 

When I opened my eyes, the train's musical embrace was a faint tapping.  We were crossing the river.  The sun was starting to peak up from it's nocturnal slumber, it's first rays bringing to life a world that was still sleeping.  The golden hues lit upon the mist giving it a gray pinkish illumination.  The mist all but retreated from the brilliance of the morning light.  As I sat in rushhour traffic, I watched the sun rise and scatter the rest of the fog with brilliance.  Like an icecube on a hot summer sidewalk, it melted off the water, it melted it off the grass, and it melted off the very bridge that I happened to be on.  The water has small spots of fog that tried to linger on.  The sun stretched his might arm out and disentergraded that rest of the smokey fog, leaving a damp clean world behind.

 

As I changed buses and made my way to work, I marveled how the world replenishes itself, and the beauty that surrounds us in every day life.  How much of it do I miss, and how much of it do I take for granted?  How much of it do I appreciate in a way that will make an impact on my life and my soul.  I made a vow to myself, from now on, the bus ride in the morning is going to be the way to wake up my consciousness and my being.  To try to help myself to grow spiritually and more wholey.  To perhaps be the best person I am.  Wich is what life is all about.