I often forget to document the beauty of our transit life,

honestly because we're usually hurrying (:

Hurrying to get to work, hurrying to get home, hurrying to escape the cold,

or we're together and deep in conversation about theology

or my little E's antics of the day.

But our daily journey from here to there is truly beautiful

and I don't want to miss the sweet moments of the supposedly 

in between in the rush to get

there.

xoxo,

lyss

P.S. I love this city.