the bus driver

The edge of the summer is around the corner - I can tell cause people are getting tired of the sun, and once we cross that threshold there's a good chance of everything turning down and falling like a brick, not a leaf, and breaking apart onto the (now hopeless) indecision of fall's hard ground...

The bus driver, grasping at the wheel and wringing his hands up and down around it, turned his head half-way back and spoke to me: "Nothing ever turns out the way anyone plans. Hell you try and try and get your schemes together in your mind, but ultimately it ain't up to you. I mean, you want ta predict the future, look in the opposite direction of where you're going, that's where you're really headed, yeah sir, every time."