I ride the bus with a sea of fishes. Some fish are recovered alcoholics, some ex-addicts, some smoke vapes and exhale the smoke into my face as a sign of accepting. I am small built and own a common face that no double-take has been made on it throughout the course of my life. Despite my age, I look like a high schooler though most can tell I go to college due to the way I dress and the usual bus route I take. It is amusing to work my way into their life, these big fishes in the ocean and how they alter my dull mornings.
It was one of those days when you started things right that made me feel like noting down the details to remember those days.

It was a cloudy morning. Clouds hung low and heavy behind the buildings. The weak sun was hiding because the thunderstorm early in the morning took place.

On the bus, there was a middle age man wearing a baseball cap, white t-shirt, striped shorts, sitting with his soft pink backpack. He had his white earbuds in and was holding his phone in one of his hands, skipping songs.

As I was listening to my own music, I noticed he had his eyes fixed on something ahead of the bus. From where I sat, the bus driver's seating cubicle blocked my view of the front. I could only see from both sides of the windows. The man raised his phone and turned on the camera function, pointing the lens at the high sky in front of him.

Through the screen of his phone, the dark shadows of the trees appeared on the right corner while a bright, orange hue of color was seen at the center of the screen. He was trying to take a picture of the sky after the rain. An act of randomness I rarely encountered.

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