The Bus Shelter
What will happen to the old bus shelter, white and blue plastic retro-futuristic dome? When we are gone, will it cease to exist? There will be nobody on earth to keep its existence alive with recollections of rainy nights huddling in it like a nest, watching the distant cars' headlights glowing through the mist like bright halos. How you were safe from biting ice and snow in winter depths. The sound of the night bus pulling up, with a streak of metal hiss, interrupting your dreams on the backs of chirping crickets and the rustling of trees. Such a simple thing that means so much.
