Moments Like These.

Time seems to have slowed to a crawl.

Sunlight seeps through the zinc canopy, finding the steel pillars and the rough concrete. Dust swirls in the air, twisting the light and filling the air with an orange palette. A boy sits on the steel rods that protrude from the pillars leaning onto one of them, cherishing the smaller tales that unfold around him.

A couple of guitars played by familiar faces beside him, released acoustic tunes into the still long corridor. On the other side of the pillar he is leaning upon, a sister and a singer discuss about their futures in the arts. Cars swerve in, as people run to them, opening the doors prior to entering them.

Not too far away, he sees students exchanging hand shakes and stories without being able to hear them. They had smiles stretched out on their faces. Some sat, clutching their hands, constantly checking their watches, hoping that time had moved just a little faster; desperately looking at every car for the reason of returning home.

The boy who held one of guitars took out his hand and raised it up, expecting something in return. The one who was simply sitting down, took out his and slapped it firmly. Both smiled at one another.

& that boy is me.















_{A picturesque score of passing fancy.}