I got a bus home today that I've never used before. I'd been on an overnight and couldn't be bothered to wait for the one that took me closest to mine.
It was a nice bus. New service. Clean and new. But when I pressed the 'stop bus' button to let the driver know that I wanted the next stop, I nearly jumped out of my skin at the loud electronic beep that resulted.
When I got off the bus, the sun was struggling to shine through the misty clouds, but it couldn't break through. There was a chill in the air. It felt like late September.
Don't tell me summer is over already.
Remember the long-haired guy from this post? As I walked past the bus stop where I usually get the bus into town, I saw him. I had to fight an urge to give him a cheery wave. Sleep deprivation does strange things to me.
* Geordie for 'going home'