In the Misty Mist and the Dusky Dusk

This morning we awakened to fog, or perhaps it was a gentle mist.  Whatever you call it, the scene over the dark gray lake was lovely.  The ducks and swans are toughing it out...swimming out there no matter the weather.  They aren't the only ones toughing it out.  It seems that in all kinds of weather (except gale-force winds) there are joggers and walkers along the path by the lake.

We took the bus both to and from Danish class today.  I far prefer to walk if the weather is nice enough, but SK gets anxious about getting there and then we had to hurry home because it was Relief Society tonight and I had to do some baking for it.  I should have walked!!!!  We had Ris alamond again and aebleskivers.  Those foods are sooo good.

I don't think I have ridden buses in years and years....probably since we lived in Bountiful and I was a girl.  In Chicago we rode the "el" or the overhead train.  The bus rides here are an endless source of interest to me.  The bus we take to class runs a straight course on one road...about a mile and a half is the leg of our particular journey.  During the time we are on it, I love to watch the little shops with Christmas displays pass by my window and people out walking and bicycling.

 I enjoy the people who get on and off and the sometime camaraderie that occasionally pops up.  For instance an older lady with a walker got on the bus last week and hardly had time to find a seat before the driver accelerated.  She was standing in the middle of the bus when it lurched forward and fell over backward - crying out in pain.  Immediately several passengers went to help her get up...all the while 3 or 4 were yelling angrily at the bus driver to stop.   He got quite a scolding.  She was helped up to a seat and the bus went on its way.

I often see rosy-cheeked children get on, led by a parent or more often a grandparent.  They are herded to a seat where they bounce up and down happily.  Sometimes a young mother will get on with a stroller and women nearby will cluck and coo at the little one bundled up inside.

Today's bus drivers were quite the hot rodders.  They wove in and out of traffic like they were ambulance drivers on an emergency run.  The buses were crowded today and we stood most of the way, hanging on for dear life to the straps from the ceiling....all swaying with the movement of the vehicle.

I am often reminded of C.S. Lewis' story of the bus ride from Hell to Heaven...called "The Great Divorce."  His imagined bus ride was fascinating and peopled with interesting characters.  Our bus rides are too.