The bus ride downtown was rather uneventful. He sat in his usual spot in the back staring into space, Radiohead's second album blasting in his ears. As the bus descended down Capitol Hill, a young woman boarded that caught his attention.
She had on a expensive-looking cream-colored overcoat and brown pumps. Olive skin. Big dark shades covered her eyes and she had on bright red lipstick and curly, "JF hair." The overall effect was stylish, retro and a bit mysterious, like a femme fatale in a Fellini movie.
He thought she's probably opt for one of the seats up front, but instead she confidently marched to the back and sat next to him, crossing her long bare legs.
Everyone else on the bus was bundled up in scarves, boots, heavy coats, gloves and dark, muted colors.
Then it occurred to him. "She's the Herald of Spring!" He smiled.
The Doldrums are over...