Windy day men at the metro

Today, I tried to bike to school but the wind was blowing SO hard that while I was biking I got pushed into the lane with oncoming traffic! I was fine, but I decided (wisely) to take the bus.

On the bus, waiting for it to leave. I look out the window, and on the benches at the metro station there are a group of men eating lunch together.

Individual #1: A black man, bigger-bodied, wearing a jean jacket and jean pants.

Individual #2: A white man, thin, with a walker. Wearing a baseball cap that says “Scotts Valley”

Individual #3: A young man, petite, with down syndrome, eating a sandwich.

Individual #4: Young, seemingly Latino (most likely Mexican, but maybe not), in a small motorized wheelchair. He is wearing a Trader Joe's sweatshirt and name tag. '

Pardon my categorizations, but I was simply amazed by the amount of ethnic and body diversity of this small group of men having lunch together. While watching them for just a few minutes, I felt deeply for them. I get that way sometimes. Why do I feel so deeply for people? Who knows.

I wonder about them – what are their stories? Are they happy? Sad? Everything? How is daily life for them? Interesting.