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Rainy Days, Wet Days, Still We Wait

Saturday, June 23rd, 2012

Wet Bustop Waiting, Chiba

The rain came streaming down.  Endless rivulets of water pounded the pavement.  The hydrangeas just smiled as they opened their mouths to catch their liquid gold.  I sat and sat on my bus.  Watching the water condensate on the ceilings and windows.  Droplet by droplet they would slow cast themselves down to the floor, by way of my raincoat.

Soothing tunes piped into my ears as I just stared out the window.  The world was moving by so slowly in the rain.  We would pause at a bus stop and barely anyone would get on or off.  People were just lined up waiting.  They were waiting for something else.  Do we as a people always wait for something else?  Are never satisfied with our journey?

There she was, with her umbrella, waiting for the bus that was not mine.  Rain falling down from the skies.  Standing holding her umbrella and wondering when her bus may come.

 

Sometimes We Just Need some Love and Rust

Thursday, June 10th, 2010

It has been one of those days.  Exhausted beyond belief.  The sun is beating down, feet are tired, but to see some LOVE out in the town was beautiful.

Bus Stop Love

Blue Star 365

I Really Love Bus Stops

South Wall

Wrinkle in My Time

Found Key in a Sea of Blue

Wednesday, April 15th, 2009

This little kitty paw shaped key was lonely.

Waiting passively for the owner to return.

Whose key is it?  Will it ever be reunited with

its owner.

Found Key in a Sea of Blue

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