She had been waiting for over an hour and started to wonder if the bus was going to come at all. This was entirely possible as the bus was never reliable on a Sunday, despite what the timetable said.
The cold wind seemed to howl through the window of the bus shelter, making her think of home. The only dicomfort one would encounter when waiting for the bus would be the sudden rain that moved so quickly from the ocean. But no one cared, as it made everything cooler for a while.