A Fly on the Wall

When you close your eyes and breathe in deep a sense of calm and serenity can be felt. Sitting where you are feels like nothing else in the world matters. Upon taking another breath, the cool chill of the wind strikes you and a shiver runs through your body. The sun is out but is not warming this morning.

When you open your eyes, you realize that the world is not as beautiful as it feels or smells when you cannot see it. The smell of cigarettes hits you and the chatter of conversation around the bench where you sit takes you out of that serene state. As you look around, hundreds of students are walking from one class to another, talking with friends, listening to music and some just walking quietly.

When you first sat down, classes were not out and peace existed on the calm of the campus bench. In a matter of minutes, the campus is flooded with students chatting, wheels of scooters and skateboards on the sidewalk, and people on cell phones obnoxiously speaking as if everyone around them is part of their conversation.

As students pass by bits of music from headphones playing too loud can be heard. Conversations about what happened over the weekend and how work is a pain overshadow the calm that once was.

The sun is allowing what little grass there is on campus to shine and glimmer. If it weren't for the chill in the air and the breeze blowing one might think that it is Spring time. Sadly it is not, it is another school day and class will begin soon. You must let go of your spot on the bench, break away from the hope of peace coming soon, and find your place in the crowd of students and make your way to class.