It was one of those mornings. You have a bus ride that should be 9 hours, but really take 13 hours. However you don't know that until you get off the bus. A fast breakfast and hit the streets. A child walking along side the wall feels the joy of the warm sun sill embodied in a cool breeze. She is one with this moment in a playful way before the streets become like a hot frying pan. via http://bit.ly/1KKV2hS
