Love letter

Reacquainting myself with the city

The horrors persist, but there is always front seat at the top of the bus, is what I think whenever I’m on the bus. Usually the 55, the 56, two beautiful routes, or at least beautiful to me. I’ll know I’ve lost my capacity for wonder when I don’t feel strongly about getting that top front seat, where I can see everything at quick pace. Some days I’m more interested than others in looking, but I’ll always watch.