Driving down Post Road, I spot a woman clutching to her jacket, knee-deep in the dirty, brown snow, standing a few feet from the cars whizzing past her. I only see her for a split second, but as I look in my rearview mirror, I see her stepping into the road and boarding the town bus that has slowed to a stop in front of her. Unsettled, I turn my eyes back to the road and turn the heat in my car up a little higher. But over the next few weeks, I noticed the same sight more often. Everywhere I looked, I saw more people similarly standing precariously close to the road with their faces turned, waiting to see the bus appear. I could no longer ignore the nagging feeling that something was not right about the scene. It seemed apparent that there was a clear need for bus shelters or anything that would serve to protect these commuters as they waited.