All of us alone and gathered in one place, all with the same purpose.

The man in the formal pants taps his sleek shoes to the rhythm of drums only he can hear. His eyes are pinned to the ground yet fulfilled, an inaudible tune and a dance too difficult to replicate plays in his mind.

The schoolgirl wears her unicorn backpack like a medal, standing proud as she waits fervently for the day to start. 

The woman standing a few meters away stands in strong contrast with her blonde hair and dark outfit, dressed in storm clouds. Her eyes are strained and pinned on the ground, her mind working furiously behind them as she struggles to solve her work problem.

The teen boy standing a few steps away, hiding behind the bus stop's shelter, holds his head down. His eyes are glassy, in another world far away. He looks the most empty: a simple shell for a broken person. In truth, he's the one with the most going on. His mind presents him with bursts of color, of stories untold, of worlds only he has access to.

The clouds hang overhead, matching the serene dullness of this uneventful midpoint where we've gathered. Different goals yet we all follow the same flow.

Finally the bus slides into the bus stop, nearing us, and we're filled with fleeting purpose, our legs moving with direction. The doors hiss open and we step in, the cycle restarting. 

Once again we wait for our new destinations.