The sky is grey with strong wind and drizzle in New York. I shiver from the weight of my wet clothes. I wait for the bus just trying to get home, away from this weather and into my bed with my warm blanket. It is rush hour after a long day of work and everyone around me is rushing home like I am but I could careless as long as everyone is out of my way, I do not care. I speak to no one but my face might just say it all. I look at my phone for the time and see it is about eight more minutes until the next bus arrives. I convince myself that I can wait a little longer because I am about thirty-eight minutes from being in my happy place. I continue to wait minding my business at the bus stop as the wind passes by me. Five minutes pass by and I can see the bus approaching from a distance among the fog. As I look up again I see an older woman run towards me smiling and laughing. I am confused as to what is so funny but as she gets to the bus stop she giggles and says " I must look funny." I giggle because she did a little. She continues to say "Well it is my lucky day because I caught the bus on time, which is often rare." Her smile and laugh was contagious and made me forget I was irritable. I thought to myself, "I think I just met the happiest person in the world !"