Tonight, when I get home from class at seven o'clock, the sky is still light and gorgeous. I've been inside all day, doing homework, in class, in the lab, and haven't been able to enjoy it. But this evening I can go for a walk down to the park, where people are walking dogs, babies, grandparents, and the sun shines sideways through the grass. The park glows, I can see it ahead from where I walk beneath ghostly cherry blossoms. The city's been cutting grass somewhere and everything smells green.
Being in school is like being sealed in a cave.
100 words | April 4, 2005 08:24 PM | Real true storyWriting 100 words can be like pulling teeth.
I just just hear the counter counting down during that last line. (hehe)
Posted by: Derek at April 4, 2005 11:28 PMSome days are definitely harder than others.
Posted by: Nee-chama at April 5, 2005 07:32 AM