By 20:24 (give or take), the moment had shifted: the child on the bus had dozed. The poster was wind-ragged but resolute. The drizzle eased into shapes of silence. Small dramas had closed; others would open. Walking away felt like leaving a short story’s last page: satisfying, but with residue—the sense that something had been witnessed and, in witnessing, altered.
By 20:24 (give or take), the moment had shifted: the child on the bus had dozed. The poster was wind-ragged but resolute. The drizzle eased into shapes of silence. Small dramas had closed; others would open. Walking away felt like leaving a short story’s last page: satisfying, but with residue—the sense that something had been witnessed and, in witnessing, altered.