I emerged from the subway with all the other lemmings, grumbling and rolling my eyes at the people having difficulty with the turnstile exit. It sure and truly was a Monday morning.  Most everyone was waiting just inside the doors for the light to turn green.  A clearer sign that it was bitterly cold outside probably doesn’t exist.

For me, though, I suddenly felt a little skip in my step. The sun was out.  I wasn’t going to walk the construction filled blocks to work in the dark.  When had this happened?  Obviously my vacation was well timed.  I had left a world where work started in the dark and came back to one where sunshine was the norm.

I was also heartened to see one of the people I often see walking their dog trundling along the sidewalk. It wasn’t just the familiarity of it.  I was glad to see the dog had had the good sense to bundle up and wear a coat as well.  Probably could have used a scarf.