A Slow Cab

With work hours behind me, it's time to go home. I stuff things into my bag, lock the computer, and off to the streets I go.

I wait for a few minutes and hail a random taxi. That's how I commute. It's rush hour, so this will be a slow ride on a nondescript cab.

After work, before meeting wife and kids for dinner — It's here where I daydream. It's where I start to wind down.

What have been on my mind?

March'21

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