On a stuffy foggy day.

Started with a bang. Usual walk to the stop.
Wait, wait, bus is three minutes late. A sign that I should keep an eye out.
So said, so done. I had to scram my head off for the bus to stop. It is spring after all, it's broad daylight.  But when they're late this is what happens. Drive like a bat out of hell to get there on time.
Its the eve on the weekend. TGIF
Bus is still half full.  Always wonder, do less people work on a Friday?
Its raining cats and dogs now.  Never quite sure why it should be raining cats and dogs though.
Hoping that my umbrella will hold up. They don't make umbrellas as strong as they used to.
I can breathe, I can breathe. The air is not saturated with the smell of weed and cigarettes. Aha! maybe this crowd is off on a Friday, worth tracking for sure. I am looking around,  only a few familiar faces.
Today is supposed to be a much warmer day than yesterday, more humid too. This might account for the stuffiness.

My attempt at free writing while commuting

I can breathe today. Still the smell of cigarettes linger, not like yesterday. The day is brighter, the air is lighter. It is a lighter ride in everyway.
The bus seems clean too, or maybe I looked down. I may need to change my seating preferences. I don't want to say why.  We can't choose who sits next to us but we can choose where we sit.  It's a group of people, me included, on our way to work.  It's an hour long ride after all.  Gazing at different structures now. Nothing earth shattering pops up, just neck exercises. Turning inwards, inside of the bus. Most people are on a device. Mostly cell phones, spotted an e-reader too.
Varying degrees of dress. Did we all dress for the same weather.  The fact that I have on warm sock/boots (not winter) and some have running shoes and ankle socks means there's a clear divide. Lol! I have company though.
Getting closer to my first stop.
Think I will stop for now.
My attempt at free writing.