Waiting for the 451

Today was damp and dreary. Not cold. Not even windy. The sun never broke the clouds. At times, bands of mist passed through our part of Texas. We are getting ready for the weekend.

Here is one of my bus mates. I have ridden the 451 Dart bus for many years. She has always been with me on this bus. We don't know each others' names. We each read a Nook. We each get on the bus in front of a Jack in the Box. For five to ten minutes three times a week, we share a spot on Coit Road in Dallas. When it is cold and windy, we huddle together in a corner of a building with a handful of other nameless souls. A community of commuters. Maybe that is what we all are really. Souls banding together to keep out the winds of life. Some for longer times than others. Some more personal that others. Some with more information than others. But still just folks standing close to keep out the cold.