Winter Cold

Shivers, coldness of the morning… little comfort for the thin and foolishly prepared like me. Each second feels like an hour as I impatiently wait the next teacher to arrive and begin his attempts to imprint knowledge in another generation of young minds.

Just another morning in University, music as my companion to the drifting of the mind and writing… the unexpected guest that seemed to pop up in the oddest of times, a guest that will hopefully grace me with her presence more frequently to shine some light on the dusty corners of this blog.

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