The windows were large, clean, and clear, but all one piece. There was no way to open them, presumably so the passengers wouldn’t waste precious air-conditioning on days when there was no need for it to begin with. He missed the outdoor air, the breeze. The old buses all had windows you could open. Even in the summer the wind caused by the movement of the bus was usually enough to keep you cool. You could feel the air on your skin, hear the noises of life as they slipped past you, and smell the everything that surrounded you–not that they always smelled good, but you could smell them.