by Wanda Johansson » Fri Mar 24, 2017 6:23 pm
Wanda sits on the balcony surrounding top of the lighthouse. She seems troubled and the sky seems troubled with her, a slate gray that threatens to dump snow on the campus. The weather isn't all that unusual, relative to the time of year, so she doesn't bother to try to send it on its way. The occasional cold wind whips around the top of the lighthouse and Wanda shivers.
((Open))