I woke up the
other morning to the sound of the school bus that passes by my house at 6:40
every school day. It startled me
out my sleep as it was the first day of school and I hadn’t heard the hum of
that diesel engine with its large rubber tires hurtling down my country road
all summer. For years I used to
gauge my mornings by the flash of yellow passing by my house, knowing I should
be grabbing my lunch bag and coffee by that then to make it school on time, but
not that morning.