Another transition

I woke up angry today, as if waking had interupted a fight with my subconscious. The air was cool, but it seemed to hold fading pockets of summer in the wafting humidity - and the wind blew this confusion of sensations hard onto my skin. The PA system at the train station said the bus would be ten minutes late, so of course I got angrier and it showed up right on time. The clouds held back the sunrise, only conceding a deep blue; waiting for me to finally find a smile among the secrets and the stories of the Sandman and despite an old habit of stacking sadness on anger I gave the dawn a grin and got the last word in.