The bus cuts the corner into cemetary road, I pull the bell. Stop, Dislodge. Continue on along the scenic walk. I say hello to the keepers of the road, colourful characters I've come to know. There's Tall Light Pole, in his long metallic-silver coat. Man Hole with his sturdy rectangular open face. Careful. Walk around him. Don't step on the weeds he's managed to grow. Round the corner and there's Ol' Tecoma, her many trumpets blowing notes of gold.

I always take the long walk home.