6:36
That has oddly been the time shown on the digital clock at the bus station as I arrive on a morning. No matter what the time I have set out, late or early. No matter what speed I have walked, a gentle meandering stroll or a riflemans quick march (as per the Sharpe series).
Breathless or sereen I arrive to those particular neon orange numbers.
Of course the logical part of me notes that if I set out late I move faster, and the later I start the faster I try to go. Setting out early I feel no need to rush and so my time taken from A to B(us station) is slower.
Still it feels strange to always arrive in that moment, my morning brain marvels at it!
It was almost a relief to get there at
6:37
Yesterday morning
