The big yellow #18 bus heaves and sputters up the city. The engine’s vibrations rumble through every seat. Hail bounces, melts as it hits the hood.
Rain pushes garbage down the street, past all the stalls selling so much soap, soap to clean the floor, the clothes, the dishes, the sink, the furniture, the windows. In front of the police station, the street lights suddenly go out.
Fog rolling into La Paz, Bolivia