Rainy Days
Sometimes I will wake up on a cold, rainy day like today in a somewhat salty mood- wishing that I could skip out on work stay in my pajamas for a little while longer and read a good book while I take the time to fully appreciate my first, second, and third cup of coffee. But alas, in the real world I must press on and so I get up, get dressed, try to make myself look somewhat presentable and begrudgingly step out the door into the rain and the cold. I am trying to talk myself into a good mood while I'm walking the streets of Philadelphia and then while I'm waiting for the Broad Street Line to arrive. I sit at the subway station pissed off that I have to chug my coffee and that I can't really enjoy my book because the train will be here any minute. But then the train comes. I walk through the doors, find the most attractive seat. I sit down. At that moment, I am reminded that the seats are heated. And man, Life is Good.