Book as camouflage

Day 3 without a book for the bus. You would think I could've grabbed something, anything. I don't want just the camouflage. I rather like letting my thoughts roam. Then again, the bus is my reading time. Like a sunny day, I feel guilty if I don't make use of it.

Clue on the 43

When I got on the bus at John St., there were shreds of dark green leaves on several seats. We have the windows open for ventalation, and the bus just passed a row of streetside shrubbery. The shrubs are a in need of trimming. The bus obliges.

That explains the leaves on the seats!