A Weird Time of Day

I had two tests today, so, in order to do some last minute studying, I got to school around 8:00 this morning. There is something very odd about being at school that early in the morning, when there really aren't a lot of people there. Carley might agree with me, but I suppose that after a semester or two of 8 a.m. classes, the magic of the moment is lost.

I first experienced the early-morning-no-one-at-school-but-scary-janitors moment when I was in Grade 10 and on the basketball team. The coach had a thing for 6:30 practices, so I got to know the darkened halls of the school very well.

There's just something about the tranquility of it; it's still dark out (which happened until about 10, but still), the halls are not overrun by slow-moving people and old women with wheelie bags. It really is the only time of day that all the conditions can be recreated. Sure, by six at night it's dark and the halls are mostly quiet, but by then you're so exhausted from the day, that everything's lost on you.

It's a really good time to just sit and look out a window. Good poetry time. It's a shame to waste it on studying.