An Afternoon Ride Home

An afternoon ride home

I have always wondered why I look out the bus window (or for that fact, the train window), even though I have taken the same bus (and the same train) for 3 years and the scenery has not changed at all.

I also find it funny that we always seem to see new faces when we are out and about everyday of our lives.

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