9:18 pm
I just got on the 12 on my way home from the farm stand. The bus is HOT, hotter than it usually is. (And today was hot, hotter than it usually is.) I'm sitting behind four old Russian women who are in their 50s or 60s, all with wrinkled skin, scarves on their heads, and detailed blouses. They're endearing, and they're talking to each other with hushed and anxious voices in a beautiful but not understandable language.
sierresurate babushka
mamushka maja