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Summer in December

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The cold was getting uncomfortable. It had been a welcome surprise to get some cool weather and clear skies during the day. Because it suddenly felt like Christmas, I wore a bright red shirt. I had seen busy people already leaving their cares behind, trooping to some important party that cannot be missed, gifts hastily wrapped in tow, the afternoon sun smiling upon them. But I had work to do. I checked papers in the afternoon, something I need not do till next year. I stifled a yawn every now and then, unable to understand why coffee could not keep me awake. I also could not understand what I was doing, or why I was doing what I was doing. What was I doing in school hours before I would give an exam? Am I happy? The bell rang for the last time, much to the relief of those who were still having classes, ordering littered rooms, and waiting for the end of their weariness. Students walked hurriedly and excitedly to their cars while chatting about some exam they had or where they were to go for a rather late dinner. I slowly approached my car, savoring the chill I was not quite familiar with in a place that could be as hot as hell the rest of the year. I was checking my phone--Perhaps a friend might invite me for a drink or two? It was already too late to go to my favorite bar; they would be cleaning up by the time I get there and I didn't want to be a bother. They too had places to go. No messages. Warily, but still expecting, I drove home with open windows until I got to near our place where there had already accumulated a thick sheet of smog and pollution. It was already getting late yet there were still a lot of vehicles on the road. Everybody was going somewhere and I was going home to a comfortable but empty leather sofa. And I again knew what it was to be alone. I had a few drinks and then fell asleep before open windows dreaming of what may come.



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