Your reflection in the bus window.

It’s like sitting at the front of the bus and you know someone you know is up the back but you’re reluctant to go say Hello. For no other reason but at that moment your time is yours and you do not wish to force yourself to show compassion. Not that compassion dose not come effortlessly, it’s just in this instance it would be quite a challenging task to perform. You are quite content to stare out the window and carry on with reflecting on what it means to be in the city again, and being a lone ranger no less. This is what you do best, you are happy and still in love. Leah, I love you.