bus

I ride the bus. It's free for students and it gets me on a walk. I like it. I also like what I see on the bus. First of all there is a barber shop complete with pole, red vinyl chairs, and white shirted men. It's like an oasis in the morning when all the retail shops are closed and the bus goes by and for an instant I see into the wide awake world; another day. Secondly, people live here that no one ever sees. The emigrants of our city are hidden I think because they are somewhat cloistered. When I ride the bus I see these people. They are coming and going, carrying babies and buckets of soup. They wear a mix of local hand me downs and traditional clothing. They are relocated from war torn Africa and the Far East. They make my mornings and afternoons wonderful. I love the bus.