Mornings walks with umbrella showers and breathless fog between the streets (only illuminated by artificial lights, electricity). Cars drive by, flashing headlights with sole inhabitants encased in glass and metal coffins that whisper to my wind-swept mind: don’t you wish you were dead like me.
Aurora casts her rosy fingers of dawn, sunrise peeking over solemn city towers and skyscrapers, the charcoal outline is smudge, blending softness from gray to blue underneath clouds of fire.
At school the wee morning hours are filled with repetitions of dead languages; acting skills, and scenery from Grecian to Medieval based on religion, themes, and perspective. Studious notes and droning lectures of subtraction and exponents are next, interrupted solely by the necessary mid-morning snacks.
The late morning? Brunch time spent in study hall with pages of homework or textbooks to study, with no empty desks nearby. An hour before the noon hour is spent yet in another classroom, the last course of the week except Wednesdays. My summer awakening-hour finds myself dwelling in a world occupied by the language Japanese, an environment of friendly faces and friends.
You see, the world is already an afternoon sunshine when I arrive home, yet all I wish is to sleep, and clean or cook and eat. Gone are the carefree days of aimless wanderings in my two roller blades or socializing infrequently per week. The lovers seem to have settled into indifferent suitors and swains, more like potential friends than budding relationship couples. Alas! My love affairs seem to have dis-centered themselves from two very different fellows whom I shall merely wait for, and not pursue but be comrade to.
It seems I have settled into a hermit-mode of only feeling happily satisfied after completing my homework assignments or studying.