On long bus rides your mind gets hungry for all your eyes can see. You think everywhere is where you want to be. You spin with the great big world until you get whiplash from looking out the window, trying to record every passing beauty on the video reel of your mind. Witness in a flash others’ moments, others’ daily sceneries. And you may not remember the detail on the man’s T-shirt or the exact shade of pink the mangoes were, but for a second you locked eyes and made a moment of contact with that stranger and his equally wandering gaze.
And then the sky lights on fire, and you tumble on in a double-decker bus.