AND THE WIND WHISPERED SUNDAY

HI EVERYONE, EVERYWHERE,

Well here we are, another week gone, still waiting for it to really be spring.  You know, warm weather and all the snow gone. Anyway, at least I am writing again.  I started three different stories,  so one by one I’m getting them done.

I have been weary of late,  seem to have a lot on my plate.  Though now I am back from the grey, feeling adjusted once again. For those of you who are differently-abled  like me,  I  want you to know that although it is taking what must seem a lifetime for some of us to feel true acceptance, it will happen.

Until I see you at the barber shop, some thoughts.

A  RIDE ON THE BUS

OLD MAN ON BUS

It was a Wednesday, or it could have been a Saturday.  I got on a bus downtown. I did not need the bus, I just felt like it was sunny, the wind was cool, it was right.  As the bus turned and weaved, I watched all the people on and off the bus. On the bus, eyes darting almost to music, first left then right, as the movement on the street intensified.  I felt I was watching something unique.   And I was, I was watching us.

That’s all.

(NEVER EVER GIVE UP)

 

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By jamesghutcheson

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