I reached the junction when the bus I took passed me.
There was more than enough time for me to run there. (I'm no snail.)
I continued walking.
There were a lot of cars on the road, the bus couldn't move yet.
I got to the side gate. I made a few steps more.
The bus moved.
It reached the stop. No one flagged so it didn't stop. I was merely ten steps away.
It drove away.
Letting it go. It's hard, but who knows if you don't try.
Moving on. It did. It never waited, for I never tried chasing it.
Learning to let go, trying to move on, all this done a step at a time.
Why rush? Is there a prize for getting there in time?
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I decided to make colour changes on the layout.
Change is nice.
Not necessarily good. Just nice.
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