On the bus I listen to a woman singing a quiet folk song about "raindrops reflecting light" to her young daughter. The pair sit in front of me, with both of their long ponytails hanging over the back of the seat. I tune in and out of her voice as the loud motor of the bus draws my attention away from it. Her voice lingers and gives me hope as I think about life, current tribulations, and films I've seen recently. When I get off I stand at the bus stop for a moment as the bus violently pulls away behind me- back to life, back to reality.
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