Fingers twitching. Eyes searching for nothing in particular.
Clutching a book with my right hand, I slipped on my favorite pair of ballerinas. The breeze was still going on hard, but I braced myself to drink in the sunlight. Father was tending to the vegetables, making sure the fragile sprouts would withstand a whipping breeze or two. I skidded to a stop beside him and gave him a cheery hi. He wondered what I was on about bouncing around in the garden like a nuts. Truth to be told, I couldn’t be still. Restless. That was it. Right from the moment when I lifted my pen off the last exam paper earlier this afternoon. Restless. And free. Done with all written exams. Done with the burden, free to spend my time as I wish!
The weather was perfect and I wished so longingly for someone to share it all with, someone that I could enjoy a cold glass of homemade lemon limonade with under our blooming apple trees. But people live too far away to just pop by, and the closest one was busy studying.
Akk. But I was still druggishly happy :)
A silly recitation of William Wordsworth’s The Solitary Reaper done in a moment of great adoration. Correctly pronounced English not guaranteed, proceed on your own risk.
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Listening: Secret Garden – Nocturne (with Anne akle)
Reading: The Dead Girls’ Dance (The Morganville Vampires Book Two) by Rachel Caine (Am. fantasy) – Can’t believe I stayed up ’till 5 AM reading despite having an exam only hours later
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