Denver at that point was hot sweat formed at the back of his neck, and he wiped it away. The bus was a relief from the heat, buts its ice cold ac stopped helping soon as they walked out of the door. Blue felt weird on the bus, like he'd been there before the old coffee from the tourist place tasted familiar. He remembered another area of the bus under it, where they store strollers but he didn't have one then. When he walked out the door he remembered the smell of the place. And the
sun
staring down. There the sun seemed stronger. He put on
sunglasses
and looked around mostly families, old couples, and them. I guess Denver was pretty old. They made their way off the bus, and down a paved path accessible and flat to the first look out area. It was here Denver thought that he had never seen something so beautiful and this was in comparison to everything he had seen over his life. He slept with woman and told them they were beautiful, he fell in love, but this place there was something so beautiful that time stopped. Blue on the other hand couldn't think of anything else. He saw other people using their phones and taking pictures and doing dances. He heard people talking to their followers, and rehearsing their lines and doing re-takes. He was angry, and he also remembered everything. The kids he had, the wife, and where they went. He was so angry he clenched his fist and wanted to yell. But he noticed Denver and the look he had reminded him of her so he just wept.
Abraham Kim