On the bus to my hometown there is a stench of senior citizen. The sight of them texting on a smartphone sends me into silent giggles. The one finger tap is highly inefficient.
Down the aisle there is an array of all-day-comfort sneakers. Across from me, one knits and I smile at the activity I find fun
Most of all, the silence is nice. It’s appropriate. It’s polite. It’s rare.
Still, I’d like to go without the combination of cheap soap and mothballs.