Recess

Kids are running all around me. Around everyone. I call them kids, but they're the exact same age and grade as me. It's a cool, brisk autumn day, clouds are filling the sky. I hear the wistle blow, see everyone near and far come rushing towards us. They are now lining up. It is finally time to go inside, the cold air is nipping at my nose and bitterly biting my ears. There is a sudden rushing mob, and we are in, recess is over.