Dull joy...

After a long, glum day of school and feeling as dull as a rain cloud I head to the station to catch a bus. The day had long been raining and the roads were all unbelievably littered and muddy. There was a slight fog and mystery to town today, it certainly was a first. I walked on by to the station trudging through all of the city’s smoky grime. I decided to stop at the small café next to the stop letting the air conditioning flow over me, it was soothing, but here comes the bus stealing my slight sense of relief that I'd gotten for the first time today. I hurriedly got on to try and find for myself a good seat.

The inside of the bus was already half full and more people were storming into it like bees into their beehive, most people not giving a care in the world for their manners and pushing against old ladies and small boys. I found a seat that was vacant and sat myself down. After a while of adjusting myself I took a look around. There were about fifty people who fit into the bus cramming all their bags and belongings with them. There was a bunch of boys ate the very back slightly older than me I supposed, they were making a lot of noise and goofing around not caring to the attention they were attracting, two old ladies sat further front grumbling as far as I heard about “the youth not behaving nowadays” and men and women who had just finished work and were as pathetic and tired as me just stood or sat silent.

I decided to look out the window, we were now leaving the busy part of town to the outskirts where I lived, where there was not much pollution and was very green, I could smell the dew and wet trees, it gave me a feeling of relaxation and a dull joy, unexplainable and only explainable by nature, a feeling we’ve all felt. In a way, after even a down day such as this, a bus ride gives you a taste of what goes on outside of your homes and school, which I guess I liked.