I rolled from Brickell to Miami Beach on a bus bound for something new. There were more people than my small town up North, just a few. I sat beside the window to shoulder the afternoon sun and islands to the south. I was between businesses of cut throat commerce and the colorful fossil facades. I exited the bus, a transient trolley of sort, to reach the beach. I didn’t have to think twice because the scene was real nice, thirty years later after I rolled a pair of dice.