There's no wind and the flag is at half mast. It's halfway up the pole, hanging down, tugging at a tight string. It's quiet too. If you're sitting there, you can hear cars parking and planes flying eastbound. People walk past you and their pockets jingle.
Otherwise, it's quiet.
On the bus, earlier this morning: it's how she walks up onto the platform, smiling, and says "Good Day." She talks about the weather, about how it's perfectly warm, but she's wearing her sweater anyway. The bus driver nods, but, "it was cold this morning," he says.
"Oh was it?" and she smiles. "Well, we need the cold," she says.
We sure do, he agrees, "and the rain too."
Otherwise, it's quiet.
On the bus, earlier this morning: it's how she walks up onto the platform, smiling, and says "Good Day." She talks about the weather, about how it's perfectly warm, but she's wearing her sweater anyway. The bus driver nods, but, "it was cold this morning," he says.
"Oh was it?" and she smiles. "Well, we need the cold," she says.
We sure do, he agrees, "and the rain too."
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