The bus I am travelling on is getting further away from the bus stop that J decided to get off at.
‘His’ bus stop is disappearing, albeit slowly, into the distance, down the road. Soon the bus will have gone around the corner, out of sight. Disconcerting.
The bus ambles along through the ebbs and flows of life with its pot-holed roads, and sometimes smooth roads, people getting off at various bus stops, and sometimes new passengers boarding at unexpected ‘unofficial’ stops. If we’re lucky.
But we stay on the bus, until such time we reach our journeys natural end; the bus terminal, one that many of our loved ones didn’t have the opportunity to reach.
