She is running late.
But what does that matter? The sun is shining, the bees are buzzing, the butterflies are... doing whatever butterflies do.
Hmmm? Oh, yes. And she is still late.
She doesn't really do 'fast', she finds. Life is too short to hurtle through it at 50 mph. Why do people do that, anyway? It seems ridiculous to her. People that can walk should walk. And forget the running bit.
She loves sunny days. They're so much more fun than any other type of day. She hopes that this job will be a good, sunny one.
And she's still late.