Yellow and white, the colors of sunshine and happiness, wrap themselves around the behemoth that lumbers relentlessly, belching exhaust and creating waves of traffic in its wake. Its journey predestined and its pace uneven. The sunny appearance stands in stark disagreement to its utilitarian function.

Reality intrudes as riders elbow and push into remaining spaces simultaneously standing their ground and yielding gently. The bus full, it lurches forward and the passengers react, trapped somewhere between a ballet and a battle which, as always, is dependent on the mood and aggression of the driver and the temperament of the riders.

Hope exists, witness those who’ve scored a seat.

Day 4 of my writing challenge. 30 minutes, 1 topic, publish the results. Today’s topic is courtesy of my husband.

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