Paris, France
(Winter, Ten years ago.)
It was cold. So freaking cold. But I had to hand in my assignment. It was a Friday and I didn't want to have to hold on to it through the weekend and have it pile up with next week's assignments so I stayed behind after class was over, trying to finish up and hand it in before heading out to meet my friends, Jacqueline, Mary and Raquelle for dinner.
It was just a few minutes past five, but it was already getting dark out because of the season and I sighed in frustration and looked back at my painting. It wasn't even that it was a particularly difficult painting but our fine art professor, Mr Albert always had these absolutely crazy ideas he always made us try to interpret and for some reason, I'd been struggling with painting a lot in the recent days. It was simply ridiculous, how ideas had stopped flowing to me as easily as they used to.
