The Ferry Ride to Work

I take a ferry to work every morning across the harbor. It's twenty-two minutes of the best commute in the world.

I stand on the upper deck when the weather's decent. Seagulls glide beside the boat at eye level. Sailboats tack back and forth in the morning wind. The city skyline gets bigger and bigger until it fills the whole view. Sometimes there's fog so thick you can only see the water and the light.

There's a group of us regulars. A man who does crossword puzzles out loud. Two nurses who share a thermos of tea. An old woman who feeds the gulls crackers even though it's against the rules, and the crew pretends not to notice.

I've seen dolphins twice and a seal once. I've seen a hundred sunrises. I'll never move closer to work.