Every morning, I wake up and get ready for work. I don't have a car, so I always take the bus. I walk to the bus stop near my house. Usually, there are already a few people waiting. There's often an old man with a newspaper, a young woman looking at her phone, and sometimes a student with a big backpack.
When the bus arrives, I find a seat near the window. I like to watch the world go by. First, we drive down my street. I see the small houses with their gardens. Some people are watering their plants, others are leaving for work too, walking or getting into their cars.
Then, the bus turns onto a bigger road. There are more shops here. I see a bakery with fresh bread in the window, a small supermarket, and a colorful flower shop. Sometimes, I see people going inside to buy things.
We pass a big park. In the morning, there are usually people walking their dogs or jogging. I see green trees and colorful flowers. Children sometimes play there with their parents. It looks very peaceful.
The road gets busier. There are many cars now – red cars, blue cars, white cars. Some are big, some are small. Sometimes there is a little traffic, and the bus moves slowly. I can see the drivers inside, some are listening to music, others are talking on their phones (maybe with hands-free!).
I also see other buses going in the opposite direction, full of people going to different places. Sometimes I see familiar faces.
As we get closer to the city center, the buildings become taller. There are big offices and more shops. I see people hurrying on the sidewalks, going to their jobs. There are also traffic lights changing from red to green.
Finally, the bus arrives at my stop. I get off and walk the last few minutes to my office. Every day, the bus journey is a little bit different, but I always see something interesting on the way. It's a small part of my day, but it helps me feel connected to the city.
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