The bus hardly moving this morning, the driver stubbornly wanted to full the bus itself.
More passengers, more wages. Typical of mostly Indonesian bus driver. Hardly balance my stood on the bus floor, tried not to intervene myself to another people’s business, those who enjoy themselves by sit on the bench, busying themselves with the so-called rectangular thing called smartphone.
So did I. Until I realised a pic wouldn’t be that bad to draw today’s circumstance.
The bus started to move itself. Morning sunrays through the glass. Warmth. The wheel hummed, lightly kissed the highway.
Another monday to bring on.