On my bus there bloomed, before me, the front and back of life. Both beautiful and natural; the front was an extremely beautiful, young woman – wide awake and facing the day. She was texting people, playing with her phone, and listening to music. Yet, for long moments she would stare across the aisle at a sleeping old woman. The elder was equally beautiful in her nature if not quite as nubile as the youth. The elder, plastic rain-cap on her head, was sleeping in what must have been an uncomfortable position with her neck bent forward at a sharp angle. She was most likely out to go shopping, as she had a grocery bag, and was not trying to hurry any more than she was trying to be social. She didn’t feel the need to be impressive. She eventually woke up and let out a bronchial cough; for a moment both her and the youth were cognizant of each other’s existence. Past reckons future. Front meets back. I couldn’t help but wonder what went through their minds in that brief flash of humanity.