42

So I don't know how I should begin expressing how much I love Bus 42. It's my daily comfort ride to and fro the train station. It gives me my everyday "me" time, I talk to myself, in hushed whispers in my own head, the churning of the engine and whirling ventilation fans as the accompanying tune.

I think, and and stare into my own eyes reflected on the dirty window glass and wonder if people are looking at me. The only seat I occupy is on the second last row on the left, window seat, where the air conditioner blows drafts of cold air down on me, which sends shocks down my skin and I shiver uncontrollably, but that is still the only seat I occupy, it's like my name is written on it.

We all have a special place or thing we all keep going back to, so what's yours?