The bus driver made the bus “kneel” even though I was the only person getting on at the stop.
It was like the beginning of a New York Times “Metropolitan Diary” story (I was riding the crosstown bus) but random children did not say precocious things out loud at opportune moments.
There is a shot in Where the Wild Things Are of a toy sailboat and a blue bed sheet and it is a brief moment that is visually stunning and thoroughly heartbreaking and that is the shot that made me cry.
