that moment when everything makes sense
Sitting alone at a bench with my laptop on my thighs and feeling the warmth transfer to my skin as I am charging it, as the cold wind makes me shiver and brings forth the smell of burning pine needles and as I look to my right the warmth of the sun as it is setting, these are those moments where everything just makes perfect sense. This is home, this is what I will always remember and what I will always come back to. The sound of accelerating cars and jeepneys as they go up this hill is like a hymn already, without them echoing in pillars and walls of our college this time of day it will never be the same.








