This morning, sleepy headed and dreaming on the way home (having domestically picked up milk at that tiny corner store that sells the weird childrens' hats) I had just enough time to wonder about the People on The Bus. Where are they all going? Are they happy to be on their collective way somewhere, or dreading the end of the journey?
And then I was in the door, out of my boots, and greeted with kisses and toast, hot chocolate and Pushing Daisies, and I barely had time to wonder at all until just now, when I nearly beat C's score in Tetris and finished, proud of myself, my brain empty--and suddenly I wondered where they are now.
And did they wonder about me?