Not a poem

The long bus rides that I love
The night scenery that I like
Here
The red tail lights of every car
The yellow lights of the streets
The lights from the apartments
The colorful neons of every shop
and the dark blue Twilight sky
All so comforting,
not uttering a single word
And all so nostalgic,
the memories that seeped through
A secret smile
Awed
Mesmerized
Beautiful.