Back after all, listening, watching. Birds nearby, birds in distance. Student life across the streets behind windows half opened, both kinds: That one involving books and paper, and that one involving music and drinks. Chances and paths within familiar boundaries. And ones own limitations everywhere nearby. A sigh in cold air. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are. 

Mild winds, indecisive blue sky and a flock of birds trying to make its way across the buildings, heading for the park. Wet sidewalks. A bunch of kids in dark clothes waiting for a bus and the morning to move on. 7am and it's always this kind of hour and mood somehow.