By Parson Thru
The bus stopped with a lurch.
Several passengers, who'd been preoccupied, spilled into the aisle among a confusion of paper and gadgets.
Outside, the scenery stood still.
Sleepers opened their eyes uncertainly, confused by the new sensation of stasis.
The door hissed and I stepped down to the pavement.
Spilled strangers, improvising one-liners, savoured the shared moment.
The door thudded back in its seal and a hot cloud belched from the exhaust.
Behind the glass, faces returned to their preoccupation.
I stood awhile and took in my new surroundings.
A sign up ahead said "Day one".