Damn Cold
The mercury was in the 20s when I flew back and it hasn't risen since.
The late morning bus carries me to work and gives the mumbling lady her forum. Sh's draped in a light blue blanket and murmurs continuously of sign language, spiders, her husband and "Living in total darkness..."
The bus lurches; an elderly African man falls back; SLAM, into the cash box; Mumbly Jane starts; she jumps up in her bed cloak; while everyone watches she helps him up; she seats him in her seat; he smiles, fine, and then must turn his head and ignore her: she's already begun to murmur her senseless tune.
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