Juxtaposed environments
Jun. 12th, 2007 10:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wwcitizenBoring ride on the bus this morning and standing the entire way, I stood in the little exit area toward the back of the bus (which I think is illegal, but no one's ever asked me not to stand there). It feels a bit risky to stand there on those little steps only cuz I'm a big boy and given the right bump or jolt to the right, my girth could go whirling into the shoulder of River Road and possibly bouncing into oncoming traffic. Believe me: I've considered that scenario with a couple of shudders now and again.
The bus was full when I got on, and all the people from my stop (who got on with me to stand in the aisle) filed past me. It didn't seem as though there was enough space for the 5-10 people who went past me, but apparently there was, or they found the VERY last seats that I hadn't noticed when I got on the bus. My MP3 player died along the way into the city in the middle of the Lincoln Tunnel, and as I removed my ear fobs and wrapped the cord around the little Hydra Ultra MP3 player (awesome device and well worth the money and batteries!), I looked up toward the front of the bus.
Surprisingly, a little moth glided by and then flapped furiously to stay afloat in the draftless bus air. She looked like she was expecting to have a destination, such as a light, but then got disoriented and landed on the ceiling. Not everybody noticed or paid attention to the moth fluttering around. Some people did look toward the ceiling and allowed their perspective on their morning to change briefly. When the moth grabbed onto the ceiling to rest from its flutter, I noticed that it was quivering - like a new moth. I had to wonder if that were true, and where the cacoon must have been in the bus. That was an interesting perspective, and it all took my mind completely off my battery being empty and coming into Manhattan a little later than I really wanted to. What a pleasant, peaceful juxtaposition of environments: my rat race of working in Manhattan and the fluttering of a newly hatched moth trying to find its way in the stale world of the bus.
The bus was full when I got on, and all the people from my stop (who got on with me to stand in the aisle) filed past me. It didn't seem as though there was enough space for the 5-10 people who went past me, but apparently there was, or they found the VERY last seats that I hadn't noticed when I got on the bus. My MP3 player died along the way into the city in the middle of the Lincoln Tunnel, and as I removed my ear fobs and wrapped the cord around the little Hydra Ultra MP3 player (awesome device and well worth the money and batteries!), I looked up toward the front of the bus.
Surprisingly, a little moth glided by and then flapped furiously to stay afloat in the draftless bus air. She looked like she was expecting to have a destination, such as a light, but then got disoriented and landed on the ceiling. Not everybody noticed or paid attention to the moth fluttering around. Some people did look toward the ceiling and allowed their perspective on their morning to change briefly. When the moth grabbed onto the ceiling to rest from its flutter, I noticed that it was quivering - like a new moth. I had to wonder if that were true, and where the cacoon must have been in the bus. That was an interesting perspective, and it all took my mind completely off my battery being empty and coming into Manhattan a little later than I really wanted to. What a pleasant, peaceful juxtaposition of environments: my rat race of working in Manhattan and the fluttering of a newly hatched moth trying to find its way in the stale world of the bus.
