Note to self: if taking transit becomes a habit in the spring, get a pair of rubber boots.
Thoughts after day four…
When I take the bus, I’m outside for at least half an hour every day. And by outside, I mean outside. Walking through mud and puddles, on grass, on sidewalks. Waiting at stop lights. Breathing in exhaust. More aware of the distances between places. I have to slow down. I notice those around me. The regulars at the bus stops. I see the jack rabbits who’ve made their homes in the meagre green spaces in the industrial areas. They blend into the snow until I scare them and they run like mad. I get fresh air in my lungs and I spend half an hour walking that I would never have spent otherwise.
It’s a good thing using public transit. Cause it forces me to get outside where I remember that life is more than the cubicle and a square computer screen. It’s more than meetings and deadlines and five cups of coffee to stay alert.
I think I just may keep up with this little experiement.