educational

It’s a cold, rainy morning. The kind that makes you want to stay at home curled up under blankets and let the everything move without you.
But here I am, in class, half-listening to the lecturer, half-watching raindrops race down the window.
Everything feels really slow. The room is quiet except for the hum of voices (mostly from the lecturer) and the soft rhythm of rain outside.
My hands are cold, my thoughts a little foggy, and  I'm just there with my hoody trying to get snuggly and warm.
Still, there’s something oddly peaceful about mornings like this. Maybe it's the gentle downpour, idk. But I hope the weather will get better really soon.