-University-

Memories;

Alone outside of Mitchell Hall,
lying on the concrete benches,
warm sunlight contrasting with the cold stone.

50 cent hot chocolate
from a machine,
accompanying me to Japanese class.

The couches at Iryshmac's
offering a solace and peace just as
potent as a shot of espresso.

Taking a friend home every Friday,
to my chagrin and yet to my pleasure.

Thoughts of history,
of dynasties long since dead
and imperialism long since over,
but with ramifications that spill
into present times.

Alone, with the cold air of winter biting at me.

I feel at peace.