Today I had a lot on my mind or nothing on my mind, however one looks at it. I focused on listening to my surroundings while doing my morning deliveries and I kept thinking about my adventures in the woods. On the main roads when traffic picked up, there was a constant idling and rushing of cars back and forth that reminded me of walking through the forest and getting close to a river. Except, I was rudely awakened when I just pulled up to another intersection confronted with just more cars. When riding downtown from Equal Exchange back towards Cambridge, I watched hundreds of cars cross from Charlestown into Boston over the Zakim bridge and then dip beneath into the tunnels on highway 93. This sound reminded me of the constant crashing of waves on a beach and wind in the pines. The ANT was fast this morning. I kept up with traffic and showed the cars I was comfortable and still carrying a full load. It takes some skill to get freshly baked cupcakes with icing from Porter Square to North Station without a dent. It took me about twenty two minutes. Not bad. I got back, adjusted the brakes, lubed the drivetrain and made some coffee. Next stop, Fiore Di Nonno cheese pickup for the Friday Copley Square Farmer’s Market.