The Bus ride in wasn't without feature as she pushed her finger against the glass that let the world in that she was passing...A cold sunny day after a week of solid rain...The crisp clear cornflower blue sky...Stretching further than she could imagine, that sky with all its life taken in one breath at a time.

The seats in front of her were full with the backs of heads...She always did like the last seat at the rear end of the bus. That way nothing could take her by surprise-and no one would ever see what she was thinking, only feel her eyes on the backs of their heads as she stared without purpose ahead.

The sunroof was open and was swirling her hair playfully around her head-the only problem was that this was particularly annoying to her as she was feeling a bit on edge and that ice cold wind was just enough to do harm to her calm demure...Why didn't the couple with the matching jackets and shoes and sunglasses and pants do something about the cold? He could obviously see that it was distracting for his love...That her perfect hair was suffering a huge insult by the draft?

Pushing her glasses back into place and with a huge sigh she went back to her book with new resolve...Despite of the fact that it seemed as though all the pages were merged into one.....