Letters started fluttering into my inbox today. The sun shines and colors fall onto everything. The glow of the sun is deceiving, and it falls onto the pulled sleeves of my hoodie. There's some blue in everything. Erik Satie's music flows into the soft glittering pavement, and I'm alone, staring at the blue of the sky. Of course, I am not alone; there wanders around me a stranger with his bag slung over a shoulder. I don't know his name, but I've seen him dressed much more smartly, walking down the corridor with two or three others. Now he's gone, or perhaps it was simply my music that flowed over the sound of his footsteps. There's a group of girls behind me talking about a party. I haven't been to a party before, and don't intend to until I've settled down for at least a year. I honestly don't know any people her