observations on a rainy afternoon.

I am surrounded by books and windows in MMA library at 4:12 in the afternoon on Tuesday. The only one in the library, my hand is still cramping from writing a myriad number of definitions. I take frequent glances to my left through the window as the rain streams down the glass panels and onto the pink blossom tree below. The girl with the colossal ribbons tied in her hair just packed up her seam-stretched lavender backpack and left the library. Just me and Mrs. Librarian Lady now. Listening to music in a foreign language makes me feel like I ought to be doing what I am doing now [writing/nothing] in another country, on a rainy afternoon such as this. I look down at my cold hands. Chipped nail polish. Smiley face drawn by my beloved lab partner. Smeared ink marks. Plumeria ring on the left; the calligraphy CTR ring on the right. I refuse to go into depth, if you can't tell. Just observing my current state of being, and frankly, I'm quite pleased. Mama calling...there's my cue.

No Importa...by Noel ? Ft. John Legend.