School (1)
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
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".
- AUTHOR
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!
