Story of/about the day

Small snowflakes as if appearing frowm nowhere fall on the ground and immediately get lest between the grass and/or mud. Sleepy people wait at the bust stop, stamping one foot, then the other on the ground. A big truck and a bus No. 72 "stare" at each other and the truck finally surrenders and draws back. The streets are still empty, traffic jams: only 30 minutes to go. Silence has spread acrosss the corridor when I enter the building. The open window at the flight of stairs is opened and fresh, but chilly air is entering inside. The key cannot open the door - as if the door has forgotten that this key is made to fit in its locker. The bells of the church start ringing as if from somewhere very far away, as if from the past - but the new day has begun. Heavy snow begins falling in the afternoon. This time te view from the window is limited because of the huge snowflakes. Silently, the day passes by and makes space for the darkness. The boulevard is full of people, not only cars with people inside, but people standing in its middle with eyes staring at te distance. But the desired bus won't come that time again. Te city is suffocating under the traffic created by cars passing to and fro: some won't catch cold this evening. There's only space for the snowflakes between the cars. Dust turns into mud, but people cross the "meant-to-be-grass-covered" areas boldly. Luggage is heavy, but some people show immense strength in order to climb the few stairs to the top. Snow continues to fall, imposing the reflection of past late-December times. The bus is on time, as usual - expected to be at least 10 minutes late. Speed gives the best chance of preventing feet from freezing. It's time for umbrella strength test. Passed. The driver feels cold too, and he probably thinks that the bus feels cold as well, thus the bus shouldn't stop at the bus stops. Lucky, lucky, lucky: this driver seems to feel sympathetic for people with almost frozen feet and snow-covered umbrellas. The snow continues falling.