as sure as every morn when the rays wade into the nights receding the traffic lanes build up closely and from all streams one by one they crawl on their four round wheels into spidery webs of white lines heading to the city where their lives have become entangled by the frailties of living.
Little kids crying and scrubbing butter on test testing patience and time and reluctance to head to school that boring daily task of learning little from tired teachers, working towards an overcrowded weekend mauled by paper tigers and red tick marks.
I too, join the spilling web towards city where scholars who know everything that should be known from the wider world invade the cafeteria with frizzy coke and custard pies and armed with massive heavy books saunter off to numbered classrooms and halls to get educated. I dread the latecomer who looks askance at me and with disdain when I question punctuality.
The day unfolds as we weave in and out of technological wonders, bringing sense to the complex throb of learning that entraps us.
I race home at 3, checking my phone for all the days signposts of my location and living.