February 16

Sundayy is the only day in the whole week since I resumed school that I get to go out and do whatever I wanted, be whatever I wanted and visit whoever I wanted. I looked at the sky strangely today. The horizon was a peak of clear blue and tufts of white hairs that served as clouds. Shinning gloriously was the sun and you wouldn't think the sun will shine like this, in glittering gold dust and in spears of light as it watched me miss church a third time this month.

I watched the grasses. Bright in color and lined up in rows of shinning green covers. Seven years ago, Christle and I used to lie in the grasses at school behind a provision shop whenever it was newly cleared and it was midday. It was always like breathing in a perfume made from heaven, all rolled up in a drop of sunlight and in a bed of greens. Christle and i always had splotches of dark green on our uniforms after we were done but it was worth it. Moving our hands in the grasses as we tried to imitate flying angel