The scent of pine, a frosted pane,
Snowflakes falling, soft as rain.
Laughter echoes, warm and bright,
Candles flicker, casting light.
A crackling fire, stories told,
Memories...
These past few months, I’ve been impatiently counting down the days I have left in this school. With each passing day, I grow more tired of the monotonous drone of classes;...