Rush
I traveled to a small town just outside the city. Trains and buses all in a hurry. It’s just how things are… places to be, things to make, people to become…
By the time I arrived, the river didn’t seem to care much. It rushed at it’s own pace, had nowhere to be, just roared quietly under the overpass…
Anyway, I sat there and took it in for a second before reversing the whole sequence of trains and buses - got places to be y’know?