spark.

the swirl of the caffeine turns silently within the cup as he ponders quietly.

the trees whispers incessantly across their canopy, keeping him sleepy despite the coffee.

Pen twirls across the sheets filled with calculations, but all he's thinking about is just the trip home.

just another sixteen days.

" Just sixteen days. "

he sighs as he runs his fingers through his hair one last time before getting back to the work.

all work no play makes jack a dull boy.

but the work gets him home.

no play then.