aerasio

the boon of a missed bus...

He dodged beneath the protective bricks of Ginkgo's entrance, despite the relative harmlessness of the light drizzle. Spreading a wind-blown and slightly damp chunk of newspapers over the rough paving, he seated himself outside the closed coffee shop and whipped out a notebook, studying it intently. Cars on the normally busy Snelling Avenue were a small but constant presence this time of night, punctuating his thoughts with the occasional revving of an engine. He reflected on this, while despairing over the careless and callous bus driver who had ignored his plea to be taken home. It all was mildly miserable really...

The patient wait for a called-in ride stilled the depression somewhat however, calming the immediate rage inspired by the bus driver's atrocious misconduct. He became pensive, poring cross-legged over the contents of his notebook. Idle thoughts of the day's events wandering over the expanse of a temporarily halted existence...

Thoughts of smiles and cheery faces wafted up and down across his imagination, expanding, if only briefly, a narrow and harried universe.

A familiar silver station wagon stopped at the roadside however. The reprieve was over, and his universe was once again, a little smaller... He packed his notebook away, and hurried back to the bustle...

So said Aerasio at 00:42