Feelings I Love #1

I love being on a crowded bus in the mid afternoon, with vacant stares and phones in hands as I gaze about, trying not to make eye contact. I love looking into shopping bags and speculating about lives lived outside of mine, and wondering why they need 6 loaves of bread. I love hearing the sound of music in ears other than mine and wondering whether they would all sound better played out loud, together, like some sort of transit choir. I love the contrast of someone using a walker next to someone wearing a school uniform and I wonder if they think about their lives and how quickly time passes. I love coming up with potential travel routes for those I see everyday, and I wonder if there is some faint connection that brought us together in this passing moment. I love thinking about what thoughts are rolling around in all those heads, and what responsibilities they carry, or what pain they are smothering. I love that each person has their own life that they can cherish and that they have loves to experience, and dreams to dream, and futures to live, and pasts to remember.