Wednesday morning, I left for my part-time job, to work on
an assignment that may carry me into June.
June seemed to be a polar continent away though,
when I left the home before 6 a.m. to catch
the bus at a stop about a half mile away.
The cold, dry air had no competition from the sun.
Many people stood, shivering, waiting for that moving
zone of warmth, the city bus.