Happiness is a Warm Bus on a Cold Autumn Morning

Boarding this morning's bus was like walking into a sauna on wheels. It was a welcome change after waiting at the bus stop, in the wind and the cold, for twenty minutes. The jump in temperature steamed up my glasses and I had to peek over the top of the frames to find an empty seat without crashing into anybody. I was reveling in the warmth until I remembered I would have to return to the cold in twenty minutes when I transfered to the light rail train. For a few brief seconds, a chilly dread filled me, but I quickly banished it and scolded myself for not enjoying the coziness while I had it. Happiness is a warm bus on a cold autumn morning.