here is a poem sort of thing:
sitting here in silence waiting for class to begin.
Meetings in a corner room, loud suggestions being made.
Student on her laptop typing, typing away.
Professors stride down the hallway from one place to another.
There are enough noises to scare away silence,
but still too few to merit anything but
Cold dreary day.
snowflakes falling in giant soft clumps.
minding their own business
muffling noises nearby.
A day worthy of 'sound of music' replays in my mind,
A day worthy of tea, and hot chocolate,
A day worthy of hats and mittens.
A day worthy of
A good book,
A good chat,
and a good nap.