Heavy in a cloud of melancholy I stumbled onto the bus and somberly handed the bus driver my CART pass so that he (with a frown) could punch the appropriate number of holes in my bus pass. Thunder clapped and grey clouds gathered about my person when happen chance I should glance down the aisle and see a little black girl (I mention her race to highlight her genetic beauty not as a form of discrimination) of about 2 years old who doesn't know me from Elijah. We make eye contact and she smiles as if she has been waiting to see me all day and furiously begins waving. The sun suddenly shines and the clouds part and I repay the gesture with a goofy smile and a silly wave. Because all morning I have been waiting to see her...I just didn't know it until that moment.
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