Literature
The Felicity of Dusk
The campus quad was all but empty by the time the twelfth chime faded from the clock tower. Only the last few stragglers remained, frantically gathering up their belongings and scurrying to class before their professors would notice. The college was small, intimate, but enough that the more shrewd procrastinators could slip through the cracks. After a few more minutes, even they had left, and the wide lawn echoed with the sound of wind and loneliness.
It was strange to see the campus’ favorite ecosystem utterly devoid of life, and yet this time of day also happened to be the when a particular species rarely found outside the library
