365/Day 5

 

As the bus was going into its journey, people came in and out, changing face, changing time. Middle aged guy sat in front, bright spark in his eyes, eagerly searching for some more information on his destination and walking stick sitting by. Hairs as grey as ashes and skin buried by its own history. Of travels, walks or hikes, true or imagined one. Maybe.

365/Day 5

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