Most mornings she would get on the same bus as me at the next stop going to work in the city.
She was tall and slim with natural blonde hair styled like Dusty Springfield (it is the 1960s) and a bit older than me. She was very fashionable, in summer she wore colourful mini dresses and skirts. Then autumn arrived and the wind and rain blew the fallen leaves around she would get on the bus wearing (often, anyway) a pale blue belted raincoat buttoned up and belted and with white knee-length leather boots, her hair kept in place by a selection of coloured chiffon headscarves. On a Saturday night it would be a double-breasted classic stone coloured mac and a silk flowery headscarf.
As the weather got colder she would wear a bright red wool coat, her face framed by a grey faux-fur collar.
The seasons moved on and April showers arrived and on went her raincoats.
The year moved into Summer and again a young man looked forward to Autumn and Winter and the girl on the bus bringing sunshine to his early morning journey to work.
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