Feeling a bit poetic now...

It's blue outside.
The chameleon sky has changed its color
to blend in with the ground.
Nothing separates the two
but a rugged line of brown buildings and trees.
Winter evenings.

Melancholy though I may be,
I am making it just fine.
Papers take time
Sometimes all night
To write
The right things.
Finished products do not always satisfy,
but everyone needs sleep.

Blessings come in smiles, hugs, emails, back massages, food.
When it's time for finals, you just have to survive.
Keep going until it is over.
You'll get through. You always do.