Now that I like
A mist settles over the village, clouding the homes in pale grey veils. The afternoon slows down, blurred by the dismal weather and fatigue that creeps into the crevices of the buildings. It seems gloomy, but Thea loves every minute of it, every drop precipitation that will eventually fall. She lies in trigonometry with her head on her hands, playing out the events that have taken place that mornings. The boys that greeted her, so rambunctiously as if they understood something she didn't. Well, they didn't know anything, no one did, except perhaps Melchior Gabor, who didn't need to study for history or science. Beautiful Melchi with his dark hair...and Georg who used to play dolls with her until he was seven and had to learn to feed the horses...shy Ernst who would wave because the other boys did.
This is why Thea adores the foggy days that bring her into her girlish mind. They are such pleasant thoughts, she believes.