The Winter Solstice

By december of his sophomore year of college, i had cleared every room in the new library. It was ultimately pretty unimpressive. I found no buried treasure, no secret stash of missing computer supplies cashed in a forgotten closet. I did a small, sweaty stack of bad poro mags in a supply closet in the basement level. Who was i to judge? December is a slow time for the uny. The remaining few staff seemed lost. The buildings stood silent and dark in the thin winter breezes. We had a steady series of snow storms, but none bad enough to close the campus. Besides, i had the old school to explore.