Weekend

I'm pretty stressed out, sitting in the Laim train station, on my way home from work at half past seven. The people on the opposite platform are staring at me. Bother someone else, granny. My train is late. Again.

Then the first riff of Wild Women by Frankie Goes To Hollywood sounds in my ears and I start to grin. All of a sudden, the temperature goes up a little, from barely uncomfortable to cozy warm. The sun descends a dregree and bathes the rails and platforms in a warm golden glow.

Mood swings are great, you just have to know how to enjoy them.