So there I stood, under the rain yesterday evening, waiting for the bus that eventually came. 20 minutes late.
Do I, do I not.
Everything is like a pendulum in its swinging motion, changing from one moment to the next.
At times like these, the only thing I ask for is a good nights sleep, and even that is hard to come by nowadays.
I am, doing a placement rotation that has been going well. As much as I detest having to wake up to chilly mornings, it gives me something to do. So that I don’t just sit by idly counting the days as they go by. I still hate the rain, though. Nothing like an excuse to run into your favourite independent coffee shop for a hot cup of java like the cold, piercing teardrops of the sky.