It comes ...

17:15 _ The bus arrives

         Apreso me to pick my favorite place, the room on the right side of the driver, where I can sit quiet next to the window and put my mochilano bench next to make that trip alone enough for me to reflect, think and sleep.
As in a book full of chapters, paragraphs, so it begins my journey.
The city is slowly saying goodbye, now it just makes us shade allowing the beauty of the mountains, the green guide us and make us company, so start thinking about what "thinking" usually am the type of person who dreams awake enough free time and here I go ... dive into my fantasies, in my memories, achievements imagine ....
I lean in the window, watching the rush of the trees, the horizon that makes giant in each curve.