It had rained all night. When I left home for work
this morning, the misted rain blew against my face.
Downtown, the buildings were wrapped in shawls of low clouds.
The bus, full of people, crept towards our office.
We slowly disgorged ourselves to go into the building,
a small sodden group of people, hating the short journey
to the warmth we wanted. It was cold, but tolerable.
Within the next few hours, the snows came,
not in pretty fluff, but mixed into the rain, pushed along
by gusts of wind. What was tolerable this morning
had turned pretty miserable by late afternoon.
Even as we talked and joked among ourselves, my coworkers
and I each turned inward against the cold, thinking
towards the warmth we'd find at home;
our own little inner fires burning away
the cold rain in our faces.