Running for the Bus

I had to run to catch the bus this morning. As I was locking my front door I could hear it coming down the street. I looked up and noticed no one was standing at my stop, which meant there was no reason for it to slow down. I started to run. And for as silly as I felt running for the bus like a ten-year-old schoolkid, it felt good to run on a cold, windy morning. Who needs coffee? Well, ok, I did a few hours later.