metrocake

Running late (yes, again). Had a shower that could best be described as “tepid,” despite having the hot water all the way up and the cold all the way down. Frantic grabbing of recyclables and garbage on my way out the door. Pouring rain. Should have worn a much warmer top today, preferably a sweater. Shit, shit, shit!

And then, rushing down the street, I heard a man talking to the coffee-cart guy. Irish accent. 40s. “Na, it’s a nice Irish day. Good for the grass, you know.” And he smiled and sipped his coffee, clearly content despite the rain and the cold.

“I love that man,” I thought, as I rushed to get on the subway.