First cold morning reminds of classrooms, schoolyards. Another job opportunity on campus tempts, but I fear I am the laughingstock of HR already so I’ll let it be, lay low, retain some shred of pride.
A meeting with a friend in early afternoon will bring me back for just a brief hour or so. I get there less and less even as the campus grows with new rebuilding. Soon it will be completely alien to me and forbidden.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology