Post by Katsuro Hachi on Apr 8, 2016 19:49:18 GMT -5
BRICK BY BRICK BY BRICK
DECEMBER 21ST, 2039
8:31AM
It was cold.
The wind was crisp and harsh, slashing across the young man's face with all the force of a blade. He pulled his coat up and tried to settle himself up against the glass at the bus stop, shielding himself from it as best he could. It was everywhere: it surrounded him and continued to encroach upon him the more and more he tried to retreat and give in. It was cold.
It was ultimately to no avail. After a few minutes of continual buffeting by the frozen gusts, he relented, and simply allowed his nose and lips to go numb. It was all the coldness of a snowy winter's day on the outskirts of Tokyo without any of the snow to look outside at and gasp upon. There was no beauty in the landscape today, just harsh grey skies with whittled streaks of cloud that offered no quarter.
Katsuro supposed it was his fault, somewhat. He was the one who had overzealously left his dorm room at 7:45, he was the one who had been rolling in bed last night having triple-checked all his supplies and film, and he was the one who had stormed here with such force that any onlookers would have thought the mad boy braving the freezing, gale-force bursts of wind from outside was moving with enough determination to storm the beaches of Normandy.
He had stopped shivering ten minutes ago. His skin was white as his numb fingertips peeled back his thin and ultimately insufficient jacket to check the time. The coach was scheduled to be here in half an hour. Down the slope in the distance he could spot a few heads, ants starting to gather formation to make the nomadic journey of migration back to their nest. Soon enough he would have company.
He didn't care, though. There was still warmth in him, if not from outside or any physical source: the warmth of excitement. He simply could not wait -- as an Entomological Biology student, any field trip to a wildlife reserve which such a celebrated culture and population of insects, especially one with the greatest and most varied collection within three hundred miles, was the greatest blessing he could wish for.
He wondered silently when the others would begin to arrive.
deltra of gangnam style
