school days

Orange evening light settling on white-washed walls, slowly dissolves, waits for transition before the sky paints of a darker seven o’ clock colour within minutes.

Nine o’ clock morning light falling on construction work on campus, months and years spent doing a blueprint, transformed into reality at that very moment, soil digging, cranes, huge blocks; every tilt of an angle makes a difference.

Smelling the noon time sun in its prowess, familiar LT9 whiff, soaring hearts in the brilliance of an ever-inspiring lecture, discovering, hoping that others could listen to passion speak.

Somewhere else in a Physics lecture, man stands in front and admits to be Einstein’s biggest fan, wild gestures and eyes twinkling a little, demonstrates his theories, amazed by them all over again, and again.

Musty book pages smell trails first and air condition air hit next, call number spotted, shelves of the same topic surrounds, tiny self amongst boundless books, writing a term paper, uncovering the tip of the tip of an iceberg.

Vastness, the world, and the self, both of the same magnitude of vastness.