you know you're in a polar vortex...

when one of the fellow passengers on the bus
is carrying snowshoes

skytrain/99 B line

a crush of umbrellas
and respite from the rain
onto a crowded bus with a defunct compass ticket
the driver too kind (busy?) to bust me
a long long way down Broadway
muggy steamy windows
a little girl having none of it
or maybe too much of it
barely hanging in there
from one end of the city (Waterfront)
to the other (UBC)
and all express points in-between
transiting the Couv