From inside the bus I can see through the window:
the laborious process by which the young bus
driver helps the elderly woman get an
arm through a camel colored coat
Her right: it is a clumsy but surprisingly
robust wing that emerges – missing the hole
for an arm repeatedly but eventually becoming
that which it always was
Mar I Terra 
All those small, gracious moments between humans. They must happen countless times a day in such a big city.