Commuters on the bus regard others enjoying the unfettered pleasures of being at the beach at the end of the day. I look out at the passing scene through the bus window. Being liberated from work is itself a pleasure, compounded by the pleasure of watching other people enjoying the day.
I think of how only the glass of the window separates me from the bathers, as we fly by on the bus, looking at the seascape just beyond the concrete median. Yes, only the glass—our attire—the median—the speeding bus—and the destinations we travel toward—separate us from the joy of being at the beach at the end of the day, a humid weekday that’s perfectly draining, that’s made for wasting and whiling away.
Cornelia Lohs says
Lake Michigan Chicago … this afternoon I’ll be there!
Good for you–the weather is supposed to turn beautiful later–I hope it does. Enjoy!