Bus, Stop!


I hate the sound of the first bus in the morning; it makes me have to admit that the day is coming, that there are things to face, and that there is another day gone. It's loudness is so disturbing. It stops almost right under my window. Any second now the dark sky will share its hint of morning grey, people will wake, go to work, and the ambient noise level of the city escalates.

I am so much the night person. The only times I really enjoy the dawn, are when I am not in the city at all. When I am in Cape Breton there is nowt much more enjoyable than a foggy morning on my aunt's front porch, with no sign of waking, no sound, just mist, and the ocean in the distance.



2008 09 10 - 09:18

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