There was a strange uniformity in everything; the energy drained faces, the dresses, the rooms, routines, the walls, caretakers; well, that’s about literally every boarding school.
Though we had a well defined time table for our life there – reminding constantly about it by the ear splitting sound of that bell – I liked to mark that boring routine with the position of sun in the sky.
Evenings, when the sun reaches the horizon, I used to sit on the grass and be myself; and imagine that the sun is looking back one last time before leaving for the day, just to give me that warm smile.
~Well, I’ve been through that boarding life, I know it only so well! 🙂