Come the end of the month he thought about a lot of things. But one thing he thought a lot about was the money that got direct-deposited into his bank account. Soon he would not care about this event as it would become just a regular part of life, like the sun rising in the morning. Still, he hoped that he could continue taking each deposit with gratitude, even though they became expected. To know it was a blessing. He wished to also forever feel grateful for the sunrise. 

Today he drove down Rothschild Ave, as the snow fell onto the earth. It was just that hour after lunch and before quitting time when the traffic was thin. When he could just play one of 

Drake

's underwater sounding songs and drive around in a endless circle. 

This drive made him think about that field trip he took as a kid. It had been a day with heavy but soft snowfall. The clouds were so thick that the afternoon felt like twilight. He got on the wrong bus on the drive back home. 

"Hey you're not supposed to be on this bus." the kid in front of him had said.