630am

There she is, sitting in her usual seat near the front of the bus, unobtrusive, just another person. She occasionally says hello to other passengers in a friendly manner, bringing a motum of wakefulness to a person's morning.

The bus moves on in its relentless quest to take people where they need to go. Another small group leaves the bus, the doors close.

Quiet for so long, the woman springs out of her seat almost before the doors have closed and rushes to the front of the bus and pulls the cord to let the driver know that the next stop is hers. It happens to be mine too.

Several minutes later (depending on traffic), the bus grinds to a halt. She is at the doors before they have opened, waiting. The doors open, she springs free! No sooner is she off the bus, she sprints across the street and up Valhalla. She gets about three quarters of the way to Cochrane Drive, and then she stops and starts to walk. She walks the rest of the way to wherever she is going. This happens every morning.

Another unique individual who lives life a little differently than the rest.