The cold stings my face as my cheeks tighten and I shudder from the windy chill;

Hands in pockets, I begin my trek; moving, as my steps lighten;

I meander towards the library; pondering my studies; growing weary; partly from the harsh dry cold, partly from the stress of exams;

I gaze aimlessly at the sky; hues of light yellow swirling in a light clouded canvas with splotches of pink; The yellow sun sets as it’s tucked between sheets of blue and grey;

My hands emerge from their heated cove and sting as they touch the door handle; Waves of warmth brush my cheeks and I feel them blush with sensation as I enter;

I’ve made it; but my trek is only half complete; There is more work to do;

For a moment, stress was gone;

For a time, my mind strode free;

Third floor; quiet and eery;

Wooden desks filled with Wildcats working intently to finish their semesters;

Black shelves keep line; neat; orderly; I take my place in a wooden desk and commence my work; studying; working intently to finish;

Thoughts flood my already full and hurting mind; family; sacrifice; success;

Maybe I just need some sleep.