Every morning I see the school bus pull into the lowlands parking lot at 7:15. It waits there for 5 or 10 minutes and then starts picking up the island teenagers and bringing them into school on the mainland. Back when I was young enough to be getting on that bus I couldn’t imagine any kind of pleasure in looking at the same thing every morning for the rest of my life. Now I love to see that yellow bus. I love to see the seasons change around it…the field behind it green and yellow and brown and back to green again..filled with geese or seagulls or misty fog or snow. All is right with the world again this day. Our own individual worlds may have been blown apart during the night but the world around us is still rocking just the way it should be and when we are ready…we can step back in.