440 Bus Chronicles
It's cold and I'm waiting for the bus.The 440 bus is always late.
Upon the bus's arrival I pay my fare and I look around. Everyone in here has a story. Stop after stop people exit and enter.
There's the elderly woman I gave my seat to, college students blocking out the world with their iPods, Wall Street workers, parents with rowdy or sleeping children.
I look around and it's evident we all have a destination & that we don't drive.
I peer out my window seat and just daydream.
Finally my stop comes, off to work I go.