Mayday in October skies

The last hours on Friday evenings are the longest, while come Sunday evenings I begin to dread Monday mornings (unless it is a holiday). I am not a frank person and have begun to rely on a facade of smiles. Even if it comes across awkward, it acts as my defensive mechanism. Class has been, unforgiving.

Winter approaches London, I miss freedom. Osaka summer breeze, Czech town square. Clear skies in Wonderland right now Alice, halcyon days ahead.