snow day

Klick-klack-klick.

            I give up on the bright screen and tapping keys and get up and shut off the lights.

                        Click.

As I open my blinds, I catch sigh of snow falling, visible in the lights of the parking lot.

            Ohhh.

                        For a moment, I watch, and dream—of easier days, of happier times, of the future, of the immediate possibility of a snow day.

But no.

            It’s not a heavy enough snow.

But still . . . I hope and wish and pray that at least we will have a delay and I will not have to sit through my most-dreaded class and think, “I could be studying or finishing a paper right now.”

                        It snows.

                                    I sleep.

                                                And maybe, tomorrow, I’ll wake up . . .

                                                                                                                happy.