Autumn morning, you can pay and familiar.

1. Low sun pushes through the mist to illuminate the drops on every branch and stem. 

2. I ask Nick to pay for the cakes we've just bought the children because I can't -- my new phone is not set up quite right yet. This draws the attention of a baker passing behind the counter and there is a bit of joshing.

3. I catch this bus once a month -- to notice familiar faces.

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