In the morning my mom drops me and my sister off at a bus station before she (my mom) goes to work. The two of us take a bus to the transit center, where I walk to my school and my sister takes another bus to hers. The sun is usually in the last stages of setting, and so the sky takes on a pastel color that isn't bold and striking but looks very pretty anyway. On the way to the transit center there's a church we pass, St. Francis, that has a bell tower. The bell tower is pinkish with whitish trim, and it looks amazing next to the sky.

It's cold here in the mornings. Oh, I realize that those of you who live in Canada or Oregon or New Hampshire or some other foreign land will say that it's colder where you are and I don't know the meaning of cold, and you're probably right, but for me I consider the weather cold when I can see my breath and my finger control isn't what it normally is. In the mornings I drink a Barq's, so my hands get colder. My hair is also wet in the mornings as well. But at least I have a nice thick rubber jacket to keep out the wind from my arms and torso.

I get to school around seven o'clock, and since it doesn't start until seven forty-five there's a bit of down time. They usually let us in a few minutes after seven. There aren't a lot of us here, and it's nice to be in a largish space with just a couple of soft conversations and the low rumbling of traffic outside. I usually use the time to catch up on the forum and read on my E-mails and such.

Time's flying fast now. It's 7:26 already.

-Eric "Time is marching on" Sleator
Thu 13 Dec A.D. 2001