Commuting

I strongly advise taking a bus to go to work. What a pleasure to revisit the same faces, punctually, until they became silent friends, accomplices of the morning. Today I felt like a bubble afloat in the mist, guessing the invisible Tagus, comfortably sleepy, and almost slipping into obliviousness. Suddenly, as if dictated by the baton of an absent conductor, a polyphony: "yes, yes, over the bridge"; "if you stop listening it's cos I'm out of reach"; "do you get me?", he screamed to my ears. We looked into each others' eyes, but his were looking at the distance, everyone was looking at the distance, like old fools screaming alone on the hills.