The bus ride

 People sitting in their own world, patiently waiting to arrive at their destination.
Some people chat and smile, some sit and relax a while.

where are all these different people going I wonder, work? School? Home ? Shops?.
where all together now on the same journey till the bus stops.

we don’t know each other but we all sit and listen to what’s around us.
The noise of the buses engine, the squeaking of the wheels.
The rain dripping down the window panes.
The sweet thank you from the little girl who exits the bus. 
The old lady who is smiling sweetly at the girl , she probably reminds her of her granddaughter, and the memories they made at the beach last summer as they splashed in sunny water.

I hear two lady’s talking about the weather and how cold it has been.
They are fully content and at ease sitting together on their bus journey. 
Before today they probably had never met , it’s funny how on a bus you can make friends, and that doesn’t have to end when the journey ends .

Their is one character on the bus today who’s catching everyone’s eye. Torn jeans, tattoos across his arms and hair bright green! some kids at the front are laughing at him ! I don’t think they are purposely being mean .
Some people like to be unique, just because he has green hair it doesn’t make him a freak!

My journey is nearly over now I get up and ring the bell.
I smile politely at people as I leave . 
Off I go , hopeful for a good day ahead of me . And full of wonder of my next bus journey.