A snow fall reveals the broken sidewalk, a menace of concrete under ice and packed snow. Here and there a small clear patch. The pedestrian can find few bus stops as shelter against the bitter wind, and drifting snow.
To reach the bus, they climb up banks of dirty snow, and narrowly avoid the splash of dirty slush, dribbling on the edges of the road, tossed up like an ocean wave as Bus #4 careens past.
Another opportunity to create a point of acupuncture that would heal. Like the murals around Flint, a new bus stop project could highlight past, and future, being a moment of peace in the present.
Amy in Mostar 