Back on Tracks [1]

When I had my stomach full and satisfied, I left the cafeteria and headed toward the main academy building. 

It was a fresh morning. The weather was clear and cool. The grass on the ground waved from time to time whenever a gentle gust of wind passed by, tossing the broken flower petals in the air and hurling them up in the vast sky. 

It was around 9:45 and the number of students on the grounds was increasing. 

Some of the students who had just woken up were rushing into the cafe for breakfast, those who were already done with that were heading for the main building, and those who didn't have classes or decided to skip them were either headed for either the training facility or enjoying their time in the open garden—some with books and some savoring their own company. 

It was nice…living in the present, for once in a while.