Days

I miss school, and part of it;

The long bus rides, a past experience of sleeping on a female stranger's shoulder, knocking my head against windows on bumpy bus rides, the last minute revisions... and last but not least missing my bus stop.

I have a friend who has been encouraging me to write all these years. I do not have a flair for the language and practice has become dull. Past written fiction have beginnings, yet I've given no endings because ...just because. Endings are definitely harder, right?

On side note, Fisher and Paykel washing machine impressed me.