Saturday, 4 December 2010
So the revision was aborted, the textbooks slept scattered on the floor and I enjoyed an evening of elation. The weatherman had saved me. I climbed into bed and slept sweetly in the night's soothing, snowy embrace.
Morning came. I opened my eyes and frowned at the frostiness of my Wednesday morning room and the exams and deadlines that were to follow me that day. But then it hit me. The memory flooded in, warmed me up and I began to grin.
Those heavy white showers that would come dancing down, coating our clothes.
Serene white blankets would be smothering the roads, hushing them into a silent sleep .
Posted by Roma at 18:15