1. February 2, 2012, around 5:20pm, basement of Gallon Wing.
2. The silhouette of trees through the window.
3. I was in the middle of playwriting class, just in the middle of that time where class was starting to slow and looked up through the window. The windows in the basement of Gallon Wing are tiny and up by the ceiling, making the rooms feel like prisons. It doesn’t help matters that there are bars on the outside of the window.
By now the sun had set, but there was still traces of light, making the sky a deep shade of royal blue. Because the trees outside have long lost their leaves, and with the limited light, they appeared only as silhouettes making them look very two dimensional.
Though the world inside the classroom was fluorescent lit and dragging, outside as twilight was approaching, the world almost had the appearance of a spooky children’s popup book.