Stand

Somehow it feels very very drained at the end of a long day in school.

You stand outside the Humanities room and sounds just came out from within, the good heart of the teacher to impart life skills and values to the lost student, and the rustlings of the banner against the wind at the courtyard.

Clouds fly past, the water stilled in the drains, the occasional walking through of a student .. you close your eyes and suddenly you feel so very old, somewhat like going past years a many.