Dark. Cold. Quiet. It's funny how the weather and my attitude share the same adjectives.
The song ended at the same time the fluorescent light finally flickered on. It's just me, and the only reason reason I have a dinner to eat is because I made it earlier. My home, but not mine. Quiet.
The autumn colors are finally coming, and the accompanying weather causes my students, who somehow managed to not learn how to cover their mouths, to cough and sneeze in my general direction. This week, it's a 15 minute walk to get to the station from my school. Cold.
The train ride is quiet like you'd expect during a memorial moment for the faithful departed. There must be 20 people on this train. Maybe they feel isolated too. I get off the train to find a couple nearly fucking on the floor up against the wall. For all I know, they were. Grinning little bastards. Thanks for that. I shouldn't write what ran through my mind when I saw that. Dark.
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