Post by Adam on Jan 25, 2006 4:37:19 GMT -5
The suns up high on the clear blue sky. It indicated fair weather and a promising good day for everyone. Being new to a such large area, he wanted to find a place for thinking and sorting out. And hearing a couple of students talk about the greenhouse a while ago at breakfast, it was the right place.
Wearing his casual red shirt, jeans and chucks he made his way through the University and glad he didn't get lost. He had his companion, his trusty guitar that he brought with him and a couple of scrolls and books he borrowed from the library the day before to feed his mind with new things.
After a while of walking, he barely made his way through the green house with its beautiful landscaped area with flowers of different sorts. Settling on the dew covered grass, he sat in an Indian position and popped open a book that released the strong stench of being old and kept for a long period of time.
The first book was about how that world came to be and so was the schools history. Reading for a moment that seemed to be like an eternity of boredom. Adam took his guitar out of its case, it was simple and polished. Well kept and well taken care of, he put the guitar in position.
With his gray eyes scanning the book, word by word, his fingers slowly moved, plucking individual strings in fast motion that made sounds that was soothing and calm. Its been years when he first started learning the how to and finally became good at it.
He let out a sigh and continued on his undisturbed self learning.bg
Wearing his casual red shirt, jeans and chucks he made his way through the University and glad he didn't get lost. He had his companion, his trusty guitar that he brought with him and a couple of scrolls and books he borrowed from the library the day before to feed his mind with new things.
After a while of walking, he barely made his way through the green house with its beautiful landscaped area with flowers of different sorts. Settling on the dew covered grass, he sat in an Indian position and popped open a book that released the strong stench of being old and kept for a long period of time.
The first book was about how that world came to be and so was the schools history. Reading for a moment that seemed to be like an eternity of boredom. Adam took his guitar out of its case, it was simple and polished. Well kept and well taken care of, he put the guitar in position.
With his gray eyes scanning the book, word by word, his fingers slowly moved, plucking individual strings in fast motion that made sounds that was soothing and calm. Its been years when he first started learning the how to and finally became good at it.
He let out a sigh and continued on his undisturbed self learning.bg