part of a story I never finished

It was morning and the sunlight was thin in the air and carried in the mist across the street to a vacant lot where shopping carts lie in various states of disarray. They had seemingly been wheeled to this spot from the supermarket 150 yards away and left to mingle there amongst each other. A man on the other side of the street sat on a bench reading the paper while in the street cars lined up at the light waiting for it to turn green. As the light changed freeing the cars to move along on their unknown yet predetermined route, a woman nearby walked her dog on the sidewalk. Further down the street a group of children stood and waited diligently for the bus to arrive except for one child who displaced himself a considerable distance away from the rest of the children. He fumbled with his jacket and stared at the ground as if the weight of the world were forcing his gaze. He was so intent in this that he barely realized when the bus had arrived despite its loud stopping hiss and the even louder opening of its doors.