There is a young lady sitting next to me at the bus stop now. She’s wearing one of those plastic 90’s chokers that are back in style. She has a cute backpack with little geometric owls on it. Black slacks and comfy looking sneakers. Her hair is slicked back and in a high bun. It’s held in place with bobby pins. I would bet that she’s on her way to a waitressing job. She has multiple ear piercings and a tattoo on the back of her neck. I can’t tell what it is- maybe it’s abstract? Now we’re sitting on the bus cruising past all these quintessentially North Beach buildings. Sea Wash Apartments. Waterside Hotel. We pass through bus stops. A homeless lady has a purse on top of rolling luggage and she’s leaned over asleep as we roll by. Another stop and there’s a lady with traditional African head wrap on and she sits very tall with her hands folded over her purse in her lap. The waitress is sitting several rows in front of me. Hunched over her phone with headphones in. I think she’s playing a game, because she’s had a laser focus on that screen for a while now. Mid beach now. Castle Beach Hotel. La Costa. The Fountainbleu. Yachts floating in the water to my right. This one is the ‘Blue Magnum’. This one’s the ‘Meant to Be.’ Impossibly expensive houses on the shore opposite. Traffic thickens and slows as we move into South Beach. There’s road construction as usual. The bus has filled up with so many varieties of people. This signal is out, so police lights are flashing an an officer is directing traffic. We’re stopped in front of a little shop which has a serving window that opens up onto the sidewalk. Cuban ladies mixing sugar into thick black Colada, so energetically I suspect they’ve had one too many of the coffees themselves today. I can almost hear the clanging of the spoon against the metal cup as they smile and mix and serve and say ‘Gracias Guapo’. It’s nearly my stop and I notice the waitress is gone, must have disembarked as I wrote about the Cuban coffee. Hope she has a good shift. ❤️ When I look deeply at this confusing, wild, beautiful city, I recognize that I love it more than ever at 4 years in. It’s like a preemptive nostalgia has set in.