Bare Naked Beach
Some people get upset riding backwards while traveling, say on the lightrail, the train, or a streetcar to St. Charles.
It seems that things move away - probably evokes the feeling of falling off a high cliff and not landing until the next stop.
It's odd to see the sun set in the east. But we're so grateful to be on the lightrail heading home, many of us scurried en masse down three flights of stairs to get on this car.
Facing backwards, looking out the window, see the brown leaves of the dying weeds, the buzz cut of the tree limbs that dog the catinery lines.
This subway car is full of people with tales to tell. They chatter away with different accents, speaking in pairs about who knows what.
The closer this car gets to the next bus departure time, the slower this car percolates.
This would be the night I sit next to the middle linebacker who spent the day riding a horse.
At Branch Brook Station, we see the tall building a half block away to the north. A huge chunk of the brick siding has fallen away.
Our bus driver, #31600 on the 93H points out the building, so we'll have something to talk about when we get home to our families.
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