Waiting for the bus

photo by Sean Davis


I had my book out to read, but I think writing will better occupy my time before my bus arrives. I am sitting outside Village Bakery at the corner of H and 2nd st. I like the people here. I don't know them, but I like them. There is the learned older lady with her aged dog content with laying by his owners legs. There are the old friends enjoying their lunch breaks who are laughing at something a mutual friend told her husband. There is this longer young man sitting with his headphones in watching the people at the Amtrak station. Hes probably not listening to music. That is something I would do. A gust of wind just blew tossing leaves around my feet just as two new people enter the small corner place of food worship. When I had first passed this place, I looked into the store front, having never gone in, and saw some delicious looking pastries. An older gentleman with grey just near his ears peered in, just as I had, and continued walking. I bet he will walk back after deeming other eateries in downtown to be unsuitable and will begin to pray to the Village Bakery gods. I would have done the same were I religious person.