The morning air is crisp now and I drive over one of a never ending string of hills on my way to work.
I grimace because over the hilltop, I see yellow.
It's a school bus and I'm first in line behind them.
The angle of the sun illuminates the parents and their small children who look both ways and the children furtively cross the street to the bus.
The older kids in the back of the bus are rowdy.
Soon I catch their attention and a pack of kids stare at me wide-eyed.
A girl kneels on the last seat and impulsively waves.
I grin and my fingers on the steering wheel fan into a wave.
Inside the bus, I see an eruption of waving as my movement breaks their boredom!
I smile at the enthusiastic kids waving and waving at me.
I open my fingers again to wave as I shift slowly through the gears as I travel at the pace of the bus.
I smile and they all smile back.