The leaves consistently collaborate with the wind as they howl back and forth in an absurd motion. My eyes gasp in sight of a sky neatly colored with the hues of a fresh canvas. It is the last day of school.

I am sitting in a random bench situated inside the campus garden to relive several thoughts which could have been pondered more if I had the time. For instance, the whys and the hows. Such questions invaded my mind for a brief instant only to be answered with an uncertain thought.

Maybe. Maybe not.

Only if. If only.

My theories might have been more definite and I could have been more decisive if I tried.

But today's the last.

So help me, God.

Comments

DreamerMeg from Northern Ireland on May 09, 2020:

Writing snippets is good practice. I would agree that very often when something is over, we can think about what MIGHT have happened, "if only".

Leroy Klauser Lee (author) on May 08, 2020:

I am trying to write proses more focused on the characters and the environment than the story.

This is the first one in the series School. I will be posting snippets of what it's like being an observant eye in a day of constant mental stimulation.

Thank you!