Under a gloomy sky I boarded my bus home. Despite warm temperatures that we rarely see in December, the mood was less than jovial. People stared at their phones or closed their eyes, perhaps wishing the grey clouds away.
I tucked into my book (Michael Connelly’s book “A Darkness More Than Night”), trying hard to ignore the picture outside my bus window. I briefly considered that some day soon there might be snow out there.
Somewhere between reading and dozing, I opened my eyes skyward, out the window, and saw a brightening sky. The clouds were still there, but the gloom was quickly receding. The murky haze gave way to thousands of white billowy clouds and rays of sunshine blasting between them. I smiled to myself, drinking in that moment.
Sadly, it did not last. I later exited the bus back under the grey sky and the trudge homeward was all the more heavy. If I didn’t know better, I would have suspected that I was dreaming.