little things;

ｏｎｅ

march 6 2017; 10:24 am (about this time)

the silence is calming, and the only thing heard are the sounds of the air conditioner in the classroom. you close your book and stare out the window with your head on your palms. the trees sway, and leaves rustle in the gentle breeze as the sun behind the cotton clouds slowly peek out, painting the little roofs of the houses a bright white-ish yellow colour, bathing the many different shades of yellow and mostly green coloured trees, and some trees bare without any leaves at all.

it feels nice to appreciate the little things in life.

and before you know it, your friend taps on your shoulder and questions why you've been staring out that window for ten minutes.