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.
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