Thursday December 28

• The pastel and earth-toned towels hanging against the warm stone. the pale blue one pocked up on the quiet blue of the early-morning sky.

• How aged my paint-stained hands suddenly look against the baby's fresh face
• For a moment, the face of the boy sitting across me, all the way at the front of the bus, is framed between two poles, and i an struck by its unexpected delicate beauty.

• The elderly woman, her face settled into a  grim acceptance as she stares at the bus wondow. Against her dark red skirt, she holds a bright aqua bag, which mirrors the jacket of the woman sitting across her.

• The aged concrete  shikun houses are punctuated by the spots of brightly colored laundry: red and yellow sheets, bright orange socks. It provides another reading to the grim, rundown square.