It was 7.20am, as I arrived to the bus stop.
My attention was drawn immediately to cans cast aside, sheets from a newspaper littering the verge and trashed cigarette packets, all signs of the previous night.
Beyond the refreshing birdsong, heralding a new day, the trees stretched their branches in the foreground of an emerging blue sky, like x-rays against an electric light.
The stillness of the abandoned pavements was interrupted only as a runner passed me, crossed the empty road and headed down a nearby hill.
The bitterness surfacing my face told me it was time the bus came, as I took a glimpse of it approaching.
I was a lone passenger, feeling illuminated as the bus departed, its' lighting so prominent against the sleepy town, that I was leaving behind.
My 75-minute journey to work allowed me ample time to note some thoughts as a lone passenger and immerse myself in some light reading, "The Day Job" by Mark Wallington.
How was it for you, first thing this morning?
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Your description is so beautiful. Makes me realise I should pay more attention to my surroundings.
ReplyDeleteStressed, I had to go to work! :P
ReplyDeleteBut you really do write beautifully!