I give up on the bright screen and tapping keys and get up and shut off the lights.
As I open my blinds, I catch sigh of snow falling, visible in the lights of the parking lot.
For a moment, I watch, and dream—of easier days, of happier times, of the future, of the immediate possibility of a snow day.
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.”
And maybe, tomorrow, I’ll wake up . . .