For the past two years, I would make a mad rush over at the Guadalupe bridge, every 6:30 am to catch our bus shuttle going to the office. It was a love-hate relationship. Some mornings I stroll by it with much gusto. I love the feel of the morning sun in my skin, and somehow, I still get to catch that refreshing chill in the air before it disappears in the EDSA smog. These are the "thank-God-its-a-good-day"-kind of days.
|super love the morning sun|
Other times though, like when I wake up 10 minutes late, I'd be running like my life depended on it and I'd be cursing the damn bridge because it was way too long and the shuttle can't stop in the middle to pick me up. Believe me, nothing could ruin a morning better than being left by the office shuttle. Especially when you were so close.