Bus 153 from Finsbury Park To Liverpool Street

picture of a man dressed for winter
Bus 153 Finsbury Park to Islington

It wasn’t that cold. Not really. No one had clouds of breath coming out of their noses when they breathed. No one blew into their clenched fists. For winter, it was actually a fair morning. Why doesn’t every person have the same tolerance of cold, or hot temperatures? No one else noticed and I’d thought myself into a dead-end long before the journey was over.


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