Sitting here at the desk typing out words to take the time the time that shouldn't be wasted. And yet here I am typing the words because otherwise my brain is a crow who's seen a shine. Because it's finals of course it is hard to wrangle that brain into focusing when it wants to fly. The pitiful flakes of snow falling down beautiful, dancing away the day where focus could be spent So instead I am here words flowing not for assignment but for pleasure and you know what? Sometimes that is okay