End of Day.
I’m waiting for the bus in downtown St. Paul, the express bus in this instance, which will take me to downtown Minneapolis. It was a murky dusk, and a cold wind shivered me bones. It was the end of the work day, and I watched occasional lights winking out in the building a block away, as people closed up shop for the night, and the bus continued to not arrive. Lights out. Coat on. Tomorrow will be another day.