On the morning ride, I hardly ever kept my eyes closed.

There was this weird thing about morning, where my mind didn't meander. Leaving me wanting more. Just sitting there on the bus, I felt like my thoughts were good enough.

In the evening I'd always be curious about what other people might be doing.  I'd be open even to talk to strangers. And sometimes we might end up going for a drink at a bar and I'd buy them a 

beer

and it'd be the most fun I could ever hope for.

But in the morning I'd never even consider that. I was headed to the office, and I had a whole day ahead of me. I'd get to see my coworkers and work on some things. Stuff like that. And that was good enough.

Strange how it all the sudden becomes maybe not enough by the time evening rolls around.