Sleepy again

Joan was striding the path towards his room. Making hasty steps as the wind blows in a breezy and chilly touch on his skin. All of the crickets were resonating and singing in a melody. Fireflies were anywhere as he saw the glitter and breathe with their lights.

After walking several steps further from the arena, he felt the wind heighten its chilly breath. A stronger wind was passing by the gaps of his clothes. Seeing that his jackets have many rips on them. Holding his elbows as he tried to warm himself.

After passing by the tulip gardens, he surrendered and used his fire element to mitigate the coldness of the wind. It was a little bit cold that morning than usual and that caught him off guard that time. Passing through the benches where he talked with the principal and with the lamp posts scattered on the place still stood straight until that time.