I stare out of the bus window, eyes unfocused, the world passing by. Seeing but unseeing.
Let us stop for a moment and imagine someone would have tugged my arm and asked me what I was thinking. I would not have been able to answer.
Geometric black and white shapes are moving. Rising steadily, then twisting and going diagonally, then a smooth curve and a dive. It takes me several seconds to process what I am seeing.
Out on a field of snow, in the grey and black and white starkness of dusk, a boy is flying a kite. The kite is white with a black geometric figure centered on it.
The bus travels on and the boy lets out the string. The kite soars.