mornings

05Sep07

it’s mornings like this that i treasure- sitting alone in the library, staring through the thick glass windows at the greens and bright yellows of campus green. watching the cars and traffic roll pass, the leaves gently bristly in the breeze, but being insulated from all the surroundings, the noise, sounds sight and smell.

it’s quiet in here, at least for now (save for the zapping of the photocopying machine and the occasional typing of the keyboards). silence has become so rare in life lately.

it’s mornings like this that i love. when you feel safe, insulated from the world outside, and there’s no one to disturb the peace, however momentary and brief.