Kinda like a snow day

My class for yesterday was canceled, but I didn't find out until I was already at Trinity. Not that it would've changed my plans drastically. But then I found myself with the prospect of an undefined schedule. I floundered for about thirty minutes, chatting with classmates, commiserating in this question of what to do now. Eventually a couple of us went to the library, another to eat lunch; everyone got sorted.

I went to the reserve desk because it was the only copy of the plays I needed to read that was accessible without ordering it (which typically takes overnight for delivery). So I prepared myself to curl up in the window of the reserve area and read for an hour until I finished the plays I'd started earlier in the week. Outside the window is the soccer pitch and there was a match going. So I sat and read and watched the match and enjoyed the heater that is located under the window seat juxtaposed with the coolness coming through the glass of the window and held in the concrete of the window seat.

I realized it would've made an interesting painting: The perspective from inside the reserve room of this institutional-looking window with a young woman with an open book, curled up for extended reading, but she is looking out the window towards the match. Her gaze goes through the unruly bushes to see the teams (red/black vs. blue/white) vying for the ball, often in the air for competing headers. Just beyond the match is another patch of field and on this patch of grass are a bunch of birds (probably seagulls) meandering around in less focused interaction of their own that draws a contrast to the organization of the match. And holding up the back of the scene are The Pavilion (yellow and pleasing on that grey afternoon) and the Moyne Institute (a building occupying the corner of the lot with a striking and also pleasing facade).

It was a nice way to work and relax and enjoy my day without classes.