I’m at another bus stop. Metaphorically. It feels like life just dropped me off somewhere. Nowhere, actually. It’s not a destination; not a place I want to be.

It’s a situation and a state of mind. It’s empty and quiet. Plenty of time for rumination.

I’ve looked into my soul (yet again) and it’s a sad and confusing clutter.

Maybe it’s just time for a change of scenery. Open the doors and windows. Let a fresh breeze blow through a dusty, sullen heart.