I'm in the library, currently making quick notes from the text for my management assignments.
When I look ahead, it's the window.
That gives me the overview of countless miniature houses. The sea. The green bushes. Mount Victoria. The sky and clouds, implying a stormy weather.
I really love it here. and now.
But there's still a prick, a thorn, that hasn't been removed.
I wish it away. And it is gone temporarily.