Sunday, May 07, 2023

Bus Report #1091

 Time flies, what more to say about that? Suddenly it's spring in the city - longer days, a bit more sun, a different kind of energy in the air.

I can't say I've been up to anything too interesting but there have been myriad bus rides, meeting up with friends and strangers, and mostly reconnecting with the city we all love so much. 

Ran in to Jeff, a Potrero Hill commute buddy. Hadn't seen him in over a year. We caught up, he hugged me, and went our separate ways to work.

Damp and dark early mornings on the 33, almost falling asleep against the window as the bus climbs up to the top of Market Street and that infamous hairpin turn. 

A cold but bright sunny afternoon, riding the 38 all the way out to 40th, just to walk down to Balboa and then back towards home, admiring the sunset.

The hard stuff too. The number 7 bus down Market from the Haight, watching the chaos out the window - people smoking meth in bus shelters, shooting up into their bare thighs on the concrete. 

And then, a warm weekend morning-  an old friend grabs your arm as you are crossing the street- It's Carmen! You haven't seen her in years but its like no time has passed. Back on the sidewalk you hug and catch up and hug again. 

Spring in San Francisco, in all its wonder and all its heartbreak.


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