The shadows are long and I’m blinking slowly, wanting to close my eyes against the bright, yellow sunlight, wishing that I was able to stay inside in the warm. The tram groans as it rounds the corner and I know I’ve missed that one. I have more time than I expect, so I can walk, provided I keep up the pace. It will be nice to have some sunlight on my face, even if I’m still breathing out clouds. A cloud draws across and the warmth of the rays is gone. Everything seems more real, more ugly. I trudge up to the next tram stop and decide to wait.
