TASTING RHUBARB ~ sour, sweet, sour, sweet...
Like love, busses come when they come, and there's nothing to be done.
Oh yes, that awful feeling - the beginning of winter, it's raining,it's cold, the bus doesn't come, when it finally arrives it's full.....you've captured it all.
I love that series. It made me smile even though it can't be a smiling time waiting for the bus in the dank.
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