The joy of humming a half forgotten song… Especially, if you are wondering why the bus has still not arrived. If the sky is blue and the clouds are weaving endless dreams. If the wife is furiously cursing the wretched bus # 178…

Your mind and eyes are woven in a tango stretching beyond each other but not minding giving up for the other to catch up and start all over again. The song plays over and over again, trying to finish but never does, fortunately. Finally, bus #178 pulls in.