81/365 Evening Silhouette
Some guy sat beside me on the bus, muttering incoherently under his breath. I pressed my face against the bus window, wishing to be somewhere else. The cold, evening sun slipped behind clouds as it set. The beauty of the deepening sky with the trees in silhouette drew my attention. I pulled the camera out of my backpack. Sometimes the bus bounced over uneven road and the images blurred; other times it was smooth. Trees flashed by and houses topped the horizon. I worked hard to capture silhouettes with my small point-and-shoot. The sun set terribly fast and, soon, the trees gave way to housetops.
The bus slowed, then stopped, then started again. Silence. I put my camera away, then noticed the silence. The muttering man was gone. I pressed my face against the bus window.