I don't know.
What is it about gray days?
I am more reflective
When the sky is drear
Than on sun-drenched days.
I wrote two long letters yesterday;
Today, errands and packing
Occupy my hands,
Not my mind.
Tomorrow, I head for school,
Anticipating new lessons
And new friendships.
Already, I miss this quiet place--
I want to write of home.


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