The bus stopped today,
At a red light.
I looked across the aisle to the window,
through the foggy, snow-glazed glass,
And all I could see was grey sky
And the green blur of an evergreen
Across the street.
Fat, curious snowflakes were gliding around
Outside the window, completely
Oblivious of gravity.
White, glowing against the green.
Peeking inside at us.
I thought of them as fairies,
Or something equally absurd.
At my stop I got off as usual
And millions of the snowflakes clung to me.
Wind blew my hood back, twice.
I stepped in some mud.
And black metal played in my earphones
As I shivered
In my spring jacket.