Raindrops on the big glass panel.
The coolness of a drizzly morning.
Looking out I see teenaged joy. Two on a bike.
An old lady with a blue umbrella dragging her trolley on the way to get her groceries.
Bell chimes. Someone’s getting off at the next stop.
Grass patches, tree tops. Everything rain soaked.
Puddles of water shine on the tar. The bus twists and turns laboriously.
It’s quite nice. This.
The white noise of bus engine
The muted red brake lights on the ends of cars
The milk sky.
