Dancing in the Air

It's already 4th hour. A window is cracked and cool Spring air is seeping in, phasing me slightly. I'm intently working on the homework from last class. It's so nice out, I'd rather go outside when I get home than be stuck inside memorizing the way Australia modernized in the late 1800's.
Now I'm trying to concentrate but my mind freely wanders. At times like this I wish I could scoop all of my thoughts up and stash them away for when I need creativity. As if my brain is working against me, I can't put myself back in the right frame of mind for doing this work. I notice a light breeze caressing my face.

I snap back to reality, I have work to do. I just wish I had the drive to do it. Recently I noticed I'm unable to focus as much as before. I always thought this worked in reverse; you start getting more responsibility, so you concentrate harder. Maybe I was putting too much pressure on myself.

I noticed the teacher was unusually quiet. Soft music played from her computer that sat atop the desk she sat at. Absentmindedly gazing out the window, she seemed to be somewhere else. Maybe it was just the weather. Or maybe it was the way the stars were alligned. Who knew?

A rather abrupt gust of wind filled the room, once again reminding me of the report I had to complete. I picked up a pencil and began to concentrate. As if a miracle, I finished within minutes. I spent the remaining time day dreaming about spending the rest of forever floating along with the wind, dancing in the air.