Post by Xiao Mao Hu on Dec 17, 2018 5:27:43 GMT -8
As a winter chill began to set in, fall leaves scurried about the seemingly distant outside environment. Standing, I watched natural and artificial beauty clash, asking myself, "Has this happened before?"-It was just that kind of image that made you think and wonder like that. But no matter how hard I may try, I knew this was a unique location incomparable to any other.
-My mind began to drift. Somewhere along the line, I questioned if someone would ask the same, meeting me. And for whatever reason, that thought bothered me. Perhaps I was a little annoyed considering that I could be reminiscent of so many others. But at the same time, I felt in a sense that there was a particular attraction to that sort of thing. "Surely, familiarity is comforting".
It was a busy day as usual. But with core classes out for another couple hours, and no QI training scheduled as of yet, Mao was left to finally indulge in the pursuit of a quaint little place to eat. Eventually, she'd stumble upon a bench just in front of a tree which unfortunately, provided little shade, thanks to seasonal affairs. Taking a seat, she'd casually unbutton the top of her dress shirt; Despite wearing nothing beyond a formal suit, she was rather hot at the moment.(Save the back of her neck, which was berated by the cold breeze without defense, thanks to her general hairstyle of twintails.)
Suddenly, she'd yawn, breaking the close silence, before pulling a food bar from her bag, to which she'd take her lethargic time in opening. Her eyes remained tired, seemingly a fourth of the way closed, while the rest of her face carried an equally glum resting demeanor. She wasn't depressed or anything, but perhaps to the usual on-goer, it'd seem that was the case.
-My mind began to drift. Somewhere along the line, I questioned if someone would ask the same, meeting me. And for whatever reason, that thought bothered me. Perhaps I was a little annoyed considering that I could be reminiscent of so many others. But at the same time, I felt in a sense that there was a particular attraction to that sort of thing. "Surely, familiarity is comforting".
It was a busy day as usual. But with core classes out for another couple hours, and no QI training scheduled as of yet, Mao was left to finally indulge in the pursuit of a quaint little place to eat. Eventually, she'd stumble upon a bench just in front of a tree which unfortunately, provided little shade, thanks to seasonal affairs. Taking a seat, she'd casually unbutton the top of her dress shirt; Despite wearing nothing beyond a formal suit, she was rather hot at the moment.(Save the back of her neck, which was berated by the cold breeze without defense, thanks to her general hairstyle of twintails.)
Suddenly, she'd yawn, breaking the close silence, before pulling a food bar from her bag, to which she'd take her lethargic time in opening. Her eyes remained tired, seemingly a fourth of the way closed, while the rest of her face carried an equally glum resting demeanor. She wasn't depressed or anything, but perhaps to the usual on-goer, it'd seem that was the case.
