Standing, freezing, waiting, come on bus, what’s taking so long? hurry up! Rummage for loose change, climb up the stairs, find a spare seat, sit, stare blankly out the window. Slow paced rolling up the street, past the flower shop. Shut. Too early for flowers? George Watson playing fields look drearily empty. Dew still fresh on the grass. Mist slowly fading. Lots of slow-moving traffic, soft vibrations of the bus, the heat, it’s all making me drowsy. Lots of trees, have there always been so many? I can spot in the distance people walking to work and a few cyclists. Far too much energy in the morning. Finally, the campus gates loom into view. Wake up. Stand up. Get off.

Sitting in the bus chatting away to fellow classmates about the recent lecture, the bus is more crowded at this time, and there’s definitely more school children, there’s so much more noise and atmosphere in the afternoons, maybe I wasn’t paying attention earlier. The mornings seem so far away. Outside there seems to be less people about walking and cycling everyone instead is just strolling, enjoying themselves. There’s a lot less traffic which makes the bus journey seem to go by quicker and in no time at all I’ve arrived. All the shops along the road are now open and small businesses seem filled with customers and life, all the elderly have made their way outdoors and about walking their dogs as well as curious amount of pregnant women.