Creaks and squeaks…

Creaks and squeaks…


Not a terrible view…

When you know the bus will be packed…sit in the middle, facing out. No crotches or backpacks…

It is wise, when bringing hot coffee onto the bus, to only sip it when the bus stops.
When in motion, lips will be burned.
Carry on.
As I walked up the slight hill to my bus stop, I took a moment out of the sunshine to send a quick text.
A nice man on a bicycle stopped and asked if I needed any help finding anything.
The back of his jacket read, ‘Downtown Ambassador’…I had no idea such a person existed.
I declined, as I work in the neighborhood. We chatted for a moment. Such a delightful, unexpected experience to encounter.
An appreciated seven minutes…



