Midday on the 18

The bus is smaller and seems to have lost many of its spiritual qualities. However there is still an abundance of human life found in the eyes of elderly men and fashionable young girls trying hard to cover their long legs from prying eyes, with mini skirts. A middle aged woman of Pacific Island decent exits the bus. Her dress flowing with twenty shades of blue, much like the ocean that surrounds her homeland. If i cant see the waves crashing through the breakers at least shes there for me.