A fitting setting

So I had just got off work this afternoon.  I was sitting on a bench, waiting for a bus.  The temperature was dropping fast and a cold wind from the NW was slicing right through my suddenly inadequate clothes. The skies looked like this:

cold sky

And playing on my iPod: Mother Russia by Renaissance. I felt like I had been transported to some small city in the West Siberian Plain, nowhere near Florida.

At the bus stop

Last Friday I picked up my new eyeglasses.  While waiting for the bus home, these two birds (sand hill cranes maybe?) also seemed to be waiting for a bus.  They did not get on my bus, perhaps they were waiting for the southbound bus.

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