Observation

A boy rests his head on the window of the bus, that was driving the Tom's Creek B route. The outside view is periodically distorted by the fog of his breath. Motion ceases and the lights flicker on; disrupting the night. Ksspt! The bus opens to the greater masses and a current of students flows in, filling every space. The broken chatter, once present, has escalated into a steady roar that accentuates the now chaotic mood that has enveloped the transport. Girls in dresses of all colors a busy with make-up or a conversation. Some passengers have obviously applied too much cologne. Groups have divided themselves amongst the bus and their various conversations bleed together. Standing bodies jostle in motion with the lumbering behemoth that holds them. Shrieks of anticipation resound throughout the bus's hollow shell as the destinations roll closer. Planning is heard from behind as a thin rider and his friend decide on how the night will be spent. Few are absorbed in their iPods. They are seemingly unaware of the ruckus bouncing around them. The yellow cable is pulled and the bus's load is slightly eased. This pressure-valve action is almost immediately repeated thrice more. A chime sounds overhead and the lights appear once more. People spill onto the pavement in droves. Then, the crowd shuffles toward the apartment complexes.