Bus Report #1103

This morning on the 33, early.

There's a man sitting in the back of the bus. Young. Short, shaggy brown hair. Fleece jacket zipped all the way up. Running shorts and sneakers.

His right leg is covered in beautiful, fine line tattoos - poppies and ferns and are those nasturtiums? Delicate flowers and plants climbing from his ankle to his upper thigh. Freckles and light brown hair interspersed. 

The tattoos are gorgeous. He naps against the window as the bus moves through the early morning dark. 

At Market and Clayton the sky is orange and pink. The man wakes up, checks to make sure he hasn't missed his stop, and then closes his eyes once again.