He started to cross the street

The rain had stopped, leaving a translucent fogginess as a reminder of its presence.

He peered out the window, debating. Should he ride his cycle to work? Or stick to the rainy day plan of catching the bus? It was times like this that he longed for the old days, when he had a real job, a well paid, senior executive job, and he would jump in his car (parked in the attached garage) and drive to work listening to classical radio, or BBC4, park in the multi-storey in the glass and steel building...