My boots click on the paved sidewalk
Sending jarring pain to my left temple.
With every step
The weight of the world bears down
In every drop of rain
Falling from the gray sky.
Yet, as my boots sink into the soft, wet mud,
I can't help but smile.
I bite my lip as the corners of my mouth try to reach my cheekbones.
The faint feel of small folded rectangle in my back pocket
Is at the forefront of my mind as I walk to the Chapel.
The cold rain harshly disseminates over the campus
And I feel myself shivering, but that folded square
Is emanating warmth throughout the recesses of my imagination.
This folded square given to me by a classmate,
With an impeccable smile.
He dropped it on the table in front of me, as the professor dismissed us.
'A Note of Encouragement' is printed in his
Neat script on the outside of the folded rectangle.
My imagination flies into overdrive at the contents.
I left before he could see the elation on my face.