There’s a secret comfort in knowing the next bus is right around the corner…. Even if it just isn’t a metaphor. Patience is a difficult thing to possess when you’re standing, awkwardly with a bunch of strangers; strangely lined up… along the freshly laid beauty-bark. The silence is deafening, and the sudden urge to laugh uncontrollably, is overwhelming.
This is why I cannot listen to music on the bus…for the sudden need and desire to bust out into song, with whatever is playing into my ears. There is a simple joy in singing out loud. Perhaps a tad creepy on the 312, at 7:47am…But nonetheless, therapeutic.. and awesome.