Tomorrow morning, when you step out to grab a coffee or catch the 9:15, give yourself two extra minutes. Not to be paranoid, but to be present. Notice the colour of the sky, the texture of the pavement, the rhythm of the crowd. That awareness is not just safety gear—it’s a form of daily meditation.
The woman behind the wheel is now in the hands of the law, and her story will unfold in courtrooms and headlines. But your story continues on the pavement, in the small, sacred act of putting one foot in front of the other. That’s the ultimate privilege: the ability to move through a chaotic world with intention, curiosity, and a little bit of grace.
And that’s worth pausing for—even when the sirens have faded into the background noise of a city that refuses to stop.
