wandering to work in this weather

i'm outside on the gray slab streets, seeing concrete roads which have risen above my head ones who decided to touch the sky with windows that shine like diamonds in the right light. I am walking like a gazelle would effortlessly and gracefully run, batteling the elements with my scarf and peacoat, the wind slaps my cheeks leaving them a burning bright red, i'm nearly where i should be but more importantly where i need to be. I'm inside and the familiar takes over, I know the drill, I count in my mind, restock without much thought, cut effortlessly into the plastic carrier of the six pop pack, i begin to place the mugs on plates as the smell of juan valdez fills the room, the smell people are told to awake to. the sun it beams straight thru the nearly invisible wall that is cleaned twice a day cuz fingerprints are unsightly. I see people batteling the weather just as I did, on thier hunt for thier place to be, and I altough I am not where I will always want to be, i take a breath in, a smile shows on my face, and I unlike many at the moment am inside and warm, but I am warm from the inside, warm from the joy of the sunshine of how it feels to be doing what is necessary to go where I want to get. Its 11 am suddenly no longer time to bask in my joy, instead time to share my smile and the great uniter that is food with the world.