A Dash of Rain and a Little Coffee

Dedicated to: Lovers of Little Things

I was walking down the sidewalk toward the bus stop (college campus transit). A small Dunkin' Doughnut coffee in one hand, and my other hand in my pocket. I don't even like coffee, but I guess today is an exception. Taking an easy stroll with my iPod, absorbing the rain falling lightly from a gray sky, while heading towards class.

OH CRAP.

I see the bus charging down the street at the speed only appropriate for a Daytona 500 race. With only seconds to catch the bus, I began running/jogging with my coffee.

*Picture this: Asian girl with a coffee in one hand (nearly splashing out), iPod wires swinging around crazier than a group of chimpanzees, and cutting off a local elementary school bus while crossing the crosswalk. Oh yeah. I'm  cool.

Boarding the bus, the driver smiles a smile only reserved for those that run after his bus. One of my favorite bus drivers, he slightly shakes his head in a knowing way, shuts the doors, and guns the bus. I will not be late.

The day was only starting, and I couldn't help feeling good about it. The rain is spiritually cleansing, letting the week start anew after Spring Break, and most important of all, washing away the pollen.

*Side note: I started thinking about this randomly in the past few days. Isn't spring sort of like Nature porn? Let me explain. During the spring, you've got millions of flowers mating, essentially, on a microscopic level. We are inhaling sperm. Awkward? Yes, very. It's cool though, I love Nature, Nature has the right to get it on once in a while. That sounded wrong....okay, anyways, I digress.

Feeling renewed in a way, I go on with my day. I'm not sure how this week can get any better.