In the mornings, after I am done writing, I like to go back upstairs with a cup...

In the mornings, after I am done writing, I like to go back upstairs with a cup of coffee and my journal and get back into bed and cogitate a little about what I just wrote. Now that the leaves are off the trees, I can see to the next street over. I can watch the city buses go back and forth, moving through the early morning darkness with their windows all lit up. I don’t know why this pleases me so, to see the buses roaring past, but it does. I write a little bit. I look out the window a lit...