Today was a good day

On the bus I sit, watching the world from my window seat. Watch as the cars in the traffic slow to a halt and then zoom off as the lights turn green. Watch as people run across the road, dodging and weaving between the moving cars. Hard as it is, i write in a moving bus. So engrossed, I can almost hear the pen scratching across the surface of the paper. A bitter taste rises in the back of my mouth as I remember what happened during the day. I shake my head, trying to shrug it off, but it lingers on. ''Well,'' I think to myself, ''I won't let it spoil the day...'' The bus is at Valley Road now, slowly climbing up the hill in fits and starts. I hate traffic. I turn round and look at the person sitting next to me. He was nodding off as he got into the bus and now he's fast asleep, head thrown backwards with his mouth wide open. I resistthe temptation to toss my rolled up ticket into his mouth and resume my vigil at the window. I can see people climbing up the hill, concentration etched on their faces as they push on ever upwards. A moth flits by the window and I watch it fly by with longing. The bus starts moving again and there we are, at the top of the hill. It looks different without all the trees, like its bald. Round the roundabout the bus trundles, almost jolting my teeth out of their sockets. Indeed this will be a ride to remember. I look out of the window again, but at nothing in particular, just reminiscing, remembering... Thats all I seem to be doing of late, remembering. Not making any conscious effort at making any new memories, just wallowing, stuck in the past. The cold wind jolts me out of my reverie and I realize that I'm almost at my stage. As I stand up and walk towards the door, I realise that I actually enjoyed the bus ride. A half smile creases my face as I step out into the darkness. Walking down the road as the wind rushes by me, I inhale deeply and smile to myself, Looking up, I can see the moon through the clouds, its weak light streaming through the wispy threads of cloud. I can feel pent up excitement bubbling to the top and feel like I could laugh out loud. Then it hits me, what has passed is gone and what is to come is clouded. I live for the moment, and the moment is now...

Today was a good day...

8.30 PM 12th June 2008