when some things happen

you wonder if they were meant to happen.

My scooter died when my shuffle died and I walked home from very West to kinda East. Hence the highway pictures at rush hour. I took it as a reason to walk and endorse some devilishly good thoughts to finally process. My feet might hurt, Ollie might be bastardly behind some building, but crossing the pedestrian bridges downtown were friendly. At least I made a phone call I needed to.