autobus: a photo essay... sort of.
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8:32 a.m.for the past month or so, i seem to have devoted most of my evening to waiting for the bus. aisha and i have this system of running out the door from work at exactly 5. we usually make it to the bus that takes us to another stop. and then we can catch the 5:06 bus that takes us home. (well, to another bus that takes us home.) but if we miss that first bus, which is only a 30 second ride, we end up missing the 5:06. and the next one doesn't come until 45 minutes later.
yesterday. we missed that bus. so we wait. and we talk. or i read. but it's mostly waiting. the day has depleted our energies.
well, mine, at least.
aisha seems to enjoy riding the bus just as much as i do. she loves it so much that she feels the need to taste the air!
her excitement scares me sometimes.
and sometimes her own self.
it's her stop. and she departs. and leaves me alone, to continue on with my journey home.
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