Impression soleil levant

It was a bleak commute this morning. 
With bleak glimpses of a wet grumpy monodramatic Dublin that got up on the wrong side of the bed. 
Glimpsed, not seen, through patches of window not overcome by the fetid condensation exhaled by my excruciating co-travellers. 

That was the exciting part of my day.

It went downhill from there.