I sneezed twice on the way in and someone said, “Hey it looks like you’re under the weather.”

I thought nothing about it and laughed saying, “Oh it’s probably just allergies.”

Then a few hours later, I got the news and found myself wandering up and down Mission Street almost in confusion carrying a large stack of papers and books. I ran into a few people there, wandering in lost thoughts. A few moments later, a homeless man came up to asking for change, putting his wrinkled hands in our view. “Help me,” he said.

“Dude man, not now,” someone finally said. “This isn’t a good time.”

The homeless man faltered for a moment and silently pulled away. He went down the street in search of more hope. It was a sunny day.

Today, the clouds are ominous and there isn’t as much sun coming into my living room.