So let the warm winds range
It's always the same after holidays, isn't it? One thinks that regular school can't start yet, no, not yet, I've not had time to get used to the idea of it again, give me one more day. But school waits for no one, I suppose, so homework it is.
I don't mind much, really. I like walking into the library after a bit of absence, because it's always there, and always will be. A home away from home, I should like to say. I do spend enough time there to warrant saying that, after all.
Though it will be summer soon, and the studying shall cease for a while, and it'll be truly warm, instead of this capricious weather that plagues the spring. Perhaps I will be able to sleep then, and not be woken up by people who are committing morally questionable acts under their friends' beds.
I don't mind much, really. I like walking into the library after a bit of absence, because it's always there, and always will be. A home away from home, I should like to say. I do spend enough time there to warrant saying that, after all.
Though it will be summer soon, and the studying shall cease for a while, and it'll be truly warm, instead of this capricious weather that plagues the spring. Perhaps I will be able to sleep then, and not be woken up by people who are committing morally questionable acts under their friends' beds.