Thanks to all of you who were so concerned for my safety and well-being yesterday for what seems like every news station on the planet was forecasting as one nasty blizzard. Well, here's the real story, no thanks to our meteorologist friends. Well, first, the night before...
I was exhausted, so I took a nap, setting my alarm for 6:30. I woke up at 8:10 (oops) and proceeded to freak out about missing my alarm and being late for my 8:00am class, rushed to the window because it was oddly dark outside and looked frantically for snow. There was none, which meant class wasn't cancelled. As I began to grab my towels to go take a shower, my mind caught itself and I realized it was 8:10pm. What a ding-dong I am...
Now, for the real deal. The morning began calmly, with a few gently snowflakes falling as I walked into my class. Then about midway, the snow started falling more rapidly and at an angle. I thought to myself, Here we go. But by the end of my class, 11am, the angled flurry had come to an end, and the ground had nothing to show for it. Long story short, the school closed at 2pm for my first snow day! But, the snow never really came. Sure, it was windy and the snow was definitely horizontal, but it was light. We got like 3 inches max. So much for my blizzard.
Other than that, I have found riding the bus to lend me some of my most interesting observations. It is a time when I am all alone and yet surrounded by the steady drum of varied life that this city offers. Just this night, coming home from an evening at MIT, I witnessed several intriguing characters. One man, nearing his fifties, sported a bumblebee-striped beanie, black flooded slacks and the oldest pair of red hightop converse that I've seen in awhile. They were more of a brownish-red than the bright red you see in stores today. Anyway, he lept down the stairs to exit the bus as if he were 13 years old again. It brought a smile to my face.
Then there was a young man who seemed like a character out of a movie. Overly confident, saw a couple of guys he knew with an attractive young lady, who appeared as though she'd just lost her title as certified jail-bait, and proceeded to flirt, relentlessly. Offering her his gloves after he shook her hand, then telling her how fly fishing was an art, not a sport, but required beer nonetheless. When the girl had to get off the bus, he gave her a wink and an "I hope I see you again," with a laugh and a smile as he watched her walk down the street. When he reached his stop, he bounded out the bus, sprinted across the street and hurried down the road to a nearby bar.
My favorite today was the most tired looking man. He was worn out from head to toe, clad in sweats and a flannel shirt. He was carrying two pink roses from CVS. Call me a sap, but I thought it was the sweetest thing. I hope one day I have a guy, who after a long day at work, goes out of his way and stops by somewhere to pick up something of beauty for me.
I know, I'm sentimental. I'm a romantic. I'm coping with it.
Maybe these bus characters are not of interest to you, but in them I see light and life and at the very least, entertainment. Do enjoy. I bid you adieu.
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