It had been raining outside a little earlier. The sun was setting after its short winter hours into a peacefully windy night. The stars illuminating, bright white specks in a deep indigo sky. I stood at the bus stop. Waiting, forever, time was infinite. The wind blew the brown, orange red leaves out onto the shining wet street. Are you watching the leaves where you are? The sky? Maybe feel the wind that brushed by me into the trees? Maybe you are the wind.


A giant black bus comes to an abrupt halt in front of my face. i get onto the bus and pay a dollar to go towards nowhere.