Monday, February 18, 2018

A sudden burst of sun

Weighted against the cold air

The conclusion being me taking a seat in this cold bench

The chill breeze striking my breast

glancing through the waves of brown hair

filling the dead space between glasses and near-sighted eyes

In a courtyard sighting a procession of students - I was one not so long ago

- toting dreams like the backpacks full of books, mid-term papers dangling from shoulders - some more fashionable than others - getting heavier