At my first stop of the day, not many people get on, just the regulars on their way to work with tired eyes, and music in their ears.

At my second stop, a teenage boy with shaggy black hair and a hoodie gets on to go to school. When he sits down, he pulls out a sketch pad and starts drawing. I don’t know why he didn’t take the school bus today, but I won’t give him any crap for it.

At my third stop today, a young mother carrying a sleeping child in her arms got on. I didn’t know where she was going, I just gave her a quiet nod as to not wake the baby.

At my fourth stop, a little old lady climbed aboard and pulled out her knitting. I see her every few days, and she always has a different project with her.

At my fifth stop of the day, the mother walked back on, this time with groceries and an alert baby. The old lady, who was still on, set down her knitting and took the baby from the mother, who was about to drop the groceries, and the baby cooed at her the whole way.

At my sixth stop of the day, a bunch of kids got on, clearly just leaving school, on their way to some activity.

At my seventh stop, my morning regulars were on their way home, and a young couple got on, holding hands, and on their way to a date.

At my eighth and last stop, late night diner workers climbed on, arms covered in syrup, and their shoes coming off of their feet.

And when I got home, I was greeted by my lovely wife, and kissed my sleeping daughter on the head before I went to be myself, thinking of the people I encountered today.