The afternoon sun hangs high in the sky. Everything has put on a golden coat. Warm. The cat is still curled up in the bushes, watching the people and things hurrying past. Looking for something. Paying no attention to the people rushing off to topology class. Paying no attention to the people with sore necks.

An afternoon like this should be unhurried and easy. I hate having class at this hour. It makes my hands so cold.