I probably look like Nanook of the North, she thought, but I don’t care. It was extremely cold and windy outside with snow on the ground, and she might have to wait awhile for the bus that would take her within easy walking distance of her dorm on the Williams campus. Set at last, she pushed on the big glass door and stepped out into the already darkening day. She hurried along under the covered walkway that led to the street. When she reached the curb, she looked up at the late-afternoon sky. It was the same depressing, uniform gray that it had been when she’d come to the Clark Institute a couple of hours earlier. There’s going to be more snow, she thought. Normally, she wouldn’t mind it too much, and usually she thought the snow falling was beautiful. But today the biting wind and gray sky and descending darkness matched her mood. What a lousy day, she thought, reaching the shelter where the bus stopped. She knew why her spirits were so low, but that didn’t help make her feel any better.
