Sometimes you get into a bus, and walk slowly to the back. The people who see you walk past them, think that you want to sit at the back.
They may be right.
Or maybe, just maybe, you find it reassuring to walk all the way to the back. You walk and when you get there, you choose a seat next to the window.
You sit and look out, not because there’s nothing to do, but because you want to think of what you leave behind for what you hope to gain ahead.
Sometimes, you sit in the back- because you need time.
You sit, and wait.