It’s a dark and cold evening. I want to be home in bed, but I just missed my bus by a minute and now I’m walking by myself. It’s so easy to think about how if I had walked outside just a moment earlier I would have catched that bus. That doesn’t help me though, so I keep walking. After about fifteen minutes walking I arrive at another bus stop and see on the sign that the next bus will arrive on only a few minutes and a smile returns on my face. The walk was cold and long, but I’ll get home tonight after all.