On the bus to work


Outside the window is an impressionist painting, 
Streaks of taillights
Words shout at me from all directions
Insomnia cookies coming soon
Black Friday week is coming! 
If you were a fruit you'd be a fine apple
Diverted traffic
To Let. Self-contained office space, ample parking
Wake up on the right side of the fridge!
BBC Bristol
Whiteladies Road camera zone
Windows are misted with our breath now
The view obscured
Is that… snow?

On a cold day in November I decided to take the bus to work rather than cycle to Forest School. I was taking notes on my phone of the things that I noticed from the window, particularly signs and advertising. So many words bombarding us as we move through our cities, Insomnia Cookies particularly perplexed me! I was very glad to have chosen the bus as wet flakes of snow began to hit the windscreen...


 


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