Early morning buses returned and left the town’s bus station. Daybreak was coming and a few tired people waited and left the area, whether returning home or visiting a close one. It was tedious walking through dirt grounds that were still moist from the early hours of the morning. Ariel's shoes were messy, causing them to make sputtering noises as she took steps on the concrete of the bus station’s entrance. She was worried people would comment if they notice her looking disoriented, tired and with a nearly over-stuffed backpack behind her. Ariel’s short stature made her look like a teenage runaway and she felt awkward standing there, pausing for a moment. The burst of adrenaline she received from her 5-mile walk left her feeling jittery and no matter how hard she tries to keep her feet still the trembling sensation crawled from the soles of her feet up to her legs. During her walk in the wilderness she had taken off her bright red hoodie and tied it neatly around her waist as the warm morning temperature slowly approached. Her light blue cotton shirt and tie-dye shorts were slightly damped from the mix of humidity and sweat, and it felt uncomfortable. Ariel stood there a few feet of the entrance for a few minutes to catch her breath and letting the moistened air freshen her tired lungs. Finally, she began walking forward while lazily scraping her bottom red hi-tops on the concrete ground to clean them and not bring the mess with her. When she entered the station, she felt sudden cool air sweep across her damp face, making her facial muscles relax and feeling the tension in her leg muscles ease. The station was not big, still far from being lavish and only taking up about as much space as a large house. It was built to be functional like any bus station that manages to carry the flux of travelers coming and going. There was nothing special to its interior design other than some updates; like freshly painted beige walls with bright blue wallpaper borders, new lighting and an air conditioning system. The only thing inside the building that stood out was its cracking, mustard-yellow vinyl floors that made the inside building become luminous and warm when the sun rose. Ariel thought it looked horrible but homely, looking as it did before it was refurbished. On the left and right side of the square building were large rectangular windows nearly stretching from the floor to the ceiling. It helped the interior feel more open and less congested despite its small space. The left side of the building had the seating area with a few rows of metal frame seats, two vending machines against the wall, a water fountain, the restrooms, and a small sharp linytron tv hanging from a corner of the wall, facing the seats. There was a soap opera playing but the static signal was interfering and causing bored visitors to mind their business with something else. Next to the waiting area was the terminal where people come and go, forming lines inside braided red stanchions before exiting the station to enter the buses. On the other side of the building across the seats was the ticket information and baggage service area. There wasn’t a spot inside the building that wasn’t empty, and each item attentively took over a space.