I remember looking out the window. It was early afternoon, but the classroom was in shades of grey and dark purple because of the huge black clouds blotting out the sky. It hadn't started raining yet. Wind blew in through the shutters cold and crisp, and music was playing. A cold but pleasurable feeling ran through my body and I looked out the window thinking, I will remember this day for the rest of my life. This darkness, this chill air that smells of fresh leaves and rain, this song running through my veins.
The thing is, I don't know if anyone else felt the same. I don't know if I was the only one. I never asked.