I was emotional that morning, having said goodbye to some people that I truly liked (see Friday’s entry about the yoga studio). Now I was sad, sweaty, hungry, and exasperated that my 12-minute commute home was already at the 25-minute mark.
Suddenly I saw the hearse to my right. The coffin came out slowly as black-clad people of all ages cried and shivered in 10-degree weather.
I realized at that moment that my sorrow ranked extremely low compared to the mourners, and I abruptly snapped out of my funk.