Possible NaNoWriMo intro - Before the Storms Began

This morning, I saw a woman with red hair wearing a flannel shirt. She looked worried and preoccupied, like she was late to something, and the humid weather caused her wild hair to frame her face like a glowing nimbus in the morning sunlight. I saw a woman with red hair wearing a flannel shirt and the only thought I had was, "at least it's not her." That in and of itself was a virtue beyond measure...and the only reason I didn't try to smile and strike up a conversation. By the time I got to work, dark clouds had covered the sun and the still air was heavy with the thought of storms.