The evening has that muffled feeling. The air is calm, separate from the university students rushing to their next midterm. Noises are distant; I think if I screamed, no one would hear me. The autumn leaves dance silently. There’s a wavering, a deciding, between dusk and night. I want to be part of the peace. I want to be separate from my anxious colleagues. Should the dark run deep under my eyes like there’s? I have a reason to not stake my success on one grade. I know that there is more than this, something else, something separate. As the breeze nips my cheeks and ears, I imagine the lips of the creatures crying “Holy” around the throne.