The Last Bus Home: Rain on windows, stop by stop toward your street

Isla Merriweather

There is a particular comfort in a bus that knows every stop before you do. This is a slow ride home through rain streaked glass, the hiss of brakes, the murmur of a few late passengers, and the quiet certainty of your street coming closer with each pause. Built for settling into sleep, it moves at the pace of a tired evening: unhurried, familiar, and easy to rest inside.