W A N D E R L U S T

6AM: Bells and whistles scream for my attention. 7AM: The sense of personal space doesn't exist between the mass of people and the rigid walls of the Tube 8AM: Eyes straining at the sight of the bright screen in front, papers scribbled with meaningless words strewn across the table. 12PM: A slight change in scenery after waiting in the rush-houred line at the nearby Bon Pain. A breath of fresh air, and a much needed break to bask in public scenery.