I got a ride to work with a co-worker, but she was staying late for a meeting and the other co-worker who gave me a ride back across the bridge could only take me as far as downtown. That was still better than the three-bus, hour-and-a-half one-way trip I would've had to do otherwise, so I was happy. I walked to the bus stop and sat on a bench and waited for the bus to my neighborhood. It was a sunny late afternoon and I had a book. People were all around me, ending their workdays or heading for dinner, people I didn't know, all with their own stories. Then on the bus I didn't have to do anything, didn't have to drive or pass or signal or worry about which route was best or what that funny noise is when I turn left. I could just sit there with my book (and I can still read on the bus! Yay! I don't get carsick like I do now in cars!) and wonder vaguely about the people around me and look out the window every now and then.
Then while we were stopped at the open drawbridge I was able to transfer to the bus that goes even closer to my house. And it turned out to be a poetry bus, poetry all over the walls, including some by 8th graders. This one was my favorite.
When I first moved here, I didn't have a car and I lived near the middle of the city. For a while I worked as a substitute clerk in the public library system. The scheduler would call me at 7:30 or so and ask if I could get to one branch or another by opening time at 9:30, and the answer was always yes. I took a lot of buses, sometimes for an hour or more each way. It was lovely, meditative time. Not like driving at all.
I wish I could take the bus now. But I don't have time.