Why am I happy about this, you wonder? Because this was taken at 7.09 am. Not that many weeks ago, scuttling out of the house at 7.09 to wait for the bus meant pitch darkness, which in turn meant that all reasonable calculations told me I should still be in bed. It also made meant waving my cell phone around, opening and closing my red umbrella repeatedly, and wearing neon pants to make sure the bus driver saw me.
Now it is light outside. This equals hope.
