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It’s surprisingly warm for it being early March here. It was cold last week, and it will be very
warm later this week. It’s Monday, and school has just ended few minutes ago. Ten? Fifteen?
Twenty? And it’s somewhere between forty and fifty degrees. Some would say the weather is
dreary, given the gray sky, but this is my kind of weather. The clouds move as long as you stay
still. Yes, they are gray, but it varies. Some steel gray over here, pale gray over there, a splotch of
something in between, and even a hint of sky blue off in the distance. I wonder how it can look
cloudy yet blue. The upper winds pushing the clouds along complement the breeze down here.
Again, not too warm, not too cool. Perfect.
There is only a couple other people outside as I wait on a bench. I don’t know them. I sit in
silence, listening to the steady breeze and traffic. The world is eerily peaceful. I am invisible, yet
the slightest movement I may make could drastically change something, someone, somewhere, at
some point in time. However, for now I am stuck in transition; in the living Purgatory of time,
waiting for the latter half of my daily routine to commence.

Description
It’s surprisingly warm for it being early March here. It was cold last week, and it will be very
warm later this week. It’s Monday, and school has just ended few minutes ago. Ten? Fifteen?
Twenty? And it’s somewhere between forty and fifty degrees. Some would say the weather is
dreary, given the gray sky, but this is my kind of weather. The clouds move as long as you stay
still. Yes, they are gray, but it varies. Some steel gray over here, pale gray over there, a splotch of
something in between, and even a hint of sky blue off in the distance. I wonder how it can look
cloudy yet blue. The upper winds pushing the clouds along complement the breeze down here.
Again, not too warm, not too cool. Perfect.
There is only a couple other people outside as I wait on a bench. I don’t know them. I sit in
silence, listening to the steady breeze and traffic. The world is eerily peaceful. I am invisible, yet
the slightest movement I may make could drastically change something, someone, somewhere, at
some point in time. However, for now I am stuck in transition; in the living Purgatory of time,
waiting for the latter half of my daily routine to commence.