A lunch

It may just probably be me that get tired easily after couples of hours’ concentration study in economics. Last night I was so torn and went to sleep straight back home from library. Shut the world outside my bedroom, I was left dreaming in a catholic church. Today, again, my brain is solid and stuffing. Luckily I had an hour lunch break, sitting in this nice little campus café, exposing my skin under the soother of breezy wind and muching the crunchness of a focaccia.