2011's last early morning commute
I will miss the people. A skinny, older woman huddles just north of the stop, pacing south and back now and again. One younger woman waits, hugging her coffee mug close, glancing hopefully down the street. We board the bus at last and, oddly, three unseen waiters board with us.
Thus began the final work day of the year.
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