I like the time in the morning on the bus. I take this great coach bus into Minneapolis each day that I work, and though it is about an hour-long, I adore the ride. I’m very much a passenger. If we moved to Elk River, I wouldn’t have any problems taking the bus into the Cities. I take the time to read, or write, or nap. Whatever I feel like that day. The bus is always filled with business people–mostly women, really. It’s quiet because it is requested on their website that we shut off our cell phones. The silence, with the exception of the hum of the bus, is divine.

In a house with two kids, there isn’t much for silence, until after they go to bed. And the little one is sometimes up to ten at night, and that’s when I usually head to bed, so really, the bus ride, and my drive to the bus, is the time for quiet.

I do like the noise of the kids, but when you’re used to the silence that comes from a house with two adults, it’s an adjustment. They’re good kids, though. Fun, bright, and lively. It’s nice to see the innocence that comes with youth. I forget it too often in this jaded world of mine. It’s nice to know there is peace, even in their noise.