Erin's Bus Dailies

Somewhere on 6th…

You can faintly hear Nat King Cole singing, ‘Silent Night’…

almost feels like Christmas.

The man sitting next to me, on the bus, has received two ‘reminder’ phone calls from his SO.

Each time he’s answered he says, “Hey, honey-pie.”

That made me smile.

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The Orca Card is brilliant.

Efficient, quick…quiet.

But there’s something secretly satisfying about someone dropping in a handful of change…

A cascade of awesome, that no one has to clean up.

With age brings change; newer, faster, slimmer… proper air conditioning.

But sometimes, you get lucky, and get an older coach on the 312.

So much more leg and arse room. A delightful way to start the commute.

The seven minute walk from the bus stop, to my building… lends unexpected beauty.

“The moon, like a flower In heaven’s high bower, With silent delight Sits and smiles on the night.” ~Wm Blake

I am not a tall person, not even kind of.

However, today… oddly, while sitting in the tall seats, in the middle of the bus, my knees keep getting brushed into. As if I were 7 feet tall…

Knee invaders!

Simple light…and beauty; the street light stands in for the moon.

Since everyone is usually buried in a phone, or a book; it’s kind of fun to catch glimpse of faces.

Today, everyone seems overly cranky… grimaces, twisted looks of annoyance. And everyone seems to be coughing.

The woman next to me, keeps violently clearing her throat. If I could reach my pack of wintergreen gum, I’d certainly hand her a piece. In futile hope of staving off terrible sounds emanating from her esophagus.

If only we weren’t knee-to-knee and hip-to-hip on this 312, into the city…

…when some people’s voices carry; and you really wish they didn’t.

Reminds me of a day spa…

Without the heat, or the fancy towel… or the spa.