My last class on Monday ends at an hour when Bascom Mall is dark and quiet. I sometimes look for a live body then, just to exchange a greeting, or comment, but most often I find no one.
Earlier, at midday, I look outside and I think there can be nothing more satisfying than a spot of espresso. There, through the red doors of the Education Building I can find one. It's good to have Education close to Law.
It's snowing. A delicate, sweet snow.
Later, significantly past the hours when one can still catch a snippet of news on TV, I stop at the shop where I used to moonlight last year.
It reminds me that the demands on my time could be even greater now. They were last year in these cold winter months.
I pick up a jar of plum blossom cream and go home to cook dinner.
