The morning was cool, despite being truly in summer. I stood, hands in my jeans pockets, feeling the chill of the early morning breeze. When there were no cars, and the car wash wasn’t running, I could almost here that breeze. I closed my eyes, confident that I had minutes before the bus would arrive to whisk me off to work.
I smiled, inwardly to myself, reflecting on how good things felt. No heat or humidity to weigh me down. Suddenly the bus approached and the spell of that perfect moment was broken. By the time I got off the bus the temperature had risen, and while it was by no means uncomfortable, it just wasn’t the same.