I recall those 45 minutes on the evening bus heading back to the big Emerald City, along the freeway..
I stared out through the glass, feeling restless. You can see the clouds move very slowly, changing swirls and shifting light in curious chaotic directions. Crazy clouds can be exciting, and stirring of my moods. Every now and then, a patch of blue, or a burst of sun; the mind just let’s go. I feel so much of the glorious unique and vast sights, feeding to my imagination to some strange epic fantasy lost in my subconscious. I normally sleep on the long bus rides after work, but how could I? I just stared out, in a sort of hypnotic state for much good time. I would eventually break through the spell, taking pics from the smartphone every few seconds. I think I captured some of that motion.
Two hours later, a massive thunderstorm hit the big Seattle city. No pics of that, as I could only hear the booming throughout under the safety of my bed covers. I was tempted to leave and peek outside, but I think these pics from earlier are enough for today. Also, I remember the outside air as very cold and wet.
Here below, are those earlier bus pics all unedited and low-res raw, straight from my slightly outdated smartphone. The above pic is from my apartment roof, befoe settling to the inside for the night..