I must be having too much fun riding the MTAs lately. Overslept on one of them and it headed straight to White Marsh, some 30 minutes away from my actual destination. It matter naught as it seemed almost coincidental this little kid was crying his eyes out as I rode the same bus heading back to Inner Harbor. His mother was troubled and she kept pacifying him with words. But I had nothing to offer except a red balloon fresh from the scavenger hunt I played during orientation. RyanS had to toss in like five of them into my bag... The sad song ended and it was a pleasant ride home.
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The bus bumped along the road. The morning brimmed with lethargic silence. Each seat was available for two, but she always sat by herself--her backpack on the seat beside her like an old, familiar friend.
She wouldn't take her eyes away from the sights that passed behind her window. Trees would wave to her in the breezy wind, but she never waved back. Instead, she watched the whole world pass her by in dimmed stillness.
Sometimes, she wished it would never end. This was a time of freedom, during which no expectations became weights upon her shoulders. No one cared who she was or, in the least, ever paid any attention. She didn't have to live up to what others wanted her to be. But most of all, during this short ride, no one expected her to grin and bear it.
Bump. Bump.
Little by little, the passengers stepped down the small, black steps of the bus. A hushed murmur began to trickle into the atmosphere--the day rolling in. As she placed her feet upon the pavement, the corners of her mouth curved upwards ever so naturally.
She knew it was too good to last.
Baltimore Grand Prix!
Vonnie S.
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The bus bumped along the road. The morning brimmed with lethargic silence. Each seat was available for two, but she always sat by herself--her backpack on the seat beside her like an old, familiar friend.
She wouldn't take her eyes away from the sights that passed behind her window. Trees would wave to her in the breezy wind, but she never waved back. Instead, she watched the whole world pass her by in dimmed stillness.
Sometimes, she wished it would never end. This was a time of freedom, during which no expectations became weights upon her shoulders. No one cared who she was or, in the least, ever paid any attention. She didn't have to live up to what others wanted her to be. But most of all, during this short ride, no one expected her to grin and bear it.
Bump. Bump.
Little by little, the passengers stepped down the small, black steps of the bus. A hushed murmur began to trickle into the atmosphere--the day rolling in. As she placed her feet upon the pavement, the corners of her mouth curved upwards ever so naturally.
She knew it was too good to last.
Baltimore Grand Prix!
Vonnie S.
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