written by Debbie Williamson
Sitting in front of the fireplace on a cold winter evening, wrapped up in my favourite blanket is my idea of warmth, or soaking in a very warm bathtub for hours on end.
Warmth is about all I can stand to think of while I stand outside in the freezing cold, waiting for my bus to come. Naturally my bus is late this morning. I decided that I would go into the coffee shop up the street and have a coffee. Just as I put my hand on the door to the coffee shop, I heard the familiar sound of my bus coming up the street.
"Coffee or get to work on time," I said to myself.
I knew what the answer to that question was, even before I had thought of it. I had to get to work on time.
I ran up the street to catch the bus. I got there just in time. Sitting down, I took a last longing look at the coffee shop and wished I could have gotten myself a coffee.
The bus pulled away. I don't think the heater on the bus was working. It was freezing. I should have gotten a coffee.
Somehow I ended up missing my stop. The next stop just happened to be right in front of a coffee shop. At this point, I didn't care if I was late for work. I wanted a coffee. I wanted warmth.