I saw

I saw a man standing there in the doorway of a house. I was on the bus. Window seat behind the back exit door of the bus. He was on the telephone behind the glass screen door of his house. He was wearing a white long sleeve shirt. He was behind glass. I was behind glass. He looked out of his house. I looked out of the bus at the marvelous 40 degree air, skin to marble air, winter, so this is winter air. He was on the phone. I imagined he had just moved in, gazing out on the newly his front porch, gaging what was now his view from home. A bus goes by every hour. Every now and then I am on that bus and this once I saw a man standing there in the doorway of his home wearing a white long sleeve shirt talking on the telephone.

As we passed, I almost cried. I do not know why. But I breathed in and looked forward on the bus. The warm bus air, used exhale breath and the seat next to me was empty.