What the Day Reminds me of

The kind of day outside the office window that reminds me of being back at university. The second house in Bransford Road, Worcester. Mid-Spring. 13 years ago. Skies all white and hot and wet. At least from inside. An essay to finish. An essay to start really, never mind finish. Books on the reading list still half read. Drifting to sleep on my bed in that narrow room.
That's what the day reminds me of anyway.