Pulled by the Scenery

I like a story which draws you through the scene. Something like:

Lacey waved to the bus driver as the engine roared past her. The walk home was short, the night was velvet all around her, dark and smooth. Once the bus turned around the corner she was alone.

An hour later she was still alone, in her bed, thinking about life, work and everything when the last bus of the night went past the apartment.

Not the world’s greatest example. I thought of something better last night but can’t remember it now. Can you write something where the scene, the scenery, pulls you along from one place to the next in your story.