Every June, I feel convinced that June is the most beautiful month. Cool mornings, rich with sunshine flooding through the green-yellow of new leaves. Birds,

The medication box was over on the hotel desk. I went to it, and opened the lid to my compartment. I picked out a pill to take, and suddenly had an odd sensation of doubt.

I don’t know why these things always happen on the nights I think I need some extra relaxation. I had decided to go to bed

And sometimes, like me and the traffic, you might find yourself so focused on your mission and sense of what is beautiful that you forget to be frustrated.