I remember the strange feeling when I was at school, not so long ago/way back from now... (? - how I perceive it, it depends on my mood : P)
The morning... It could be the middle of the night as well. All frostbitten and silent. Snow flakes glittering in the harsh, yellowish glow of the streetlights. The buses hovering through the fresh snow, nearly empty - just with a few others bound with some secret post-apocalyptic mission. Half-awake, stalking through the shadows... I started classes when the sun was about to set, in the dungeon-like classroom filled with artificial lights and observed the first sunrays flaming up the frost on the trees outside... All shiny and mystical while we had to stay in that prison-like monastery of knowledge, cut-off from the world outside, celebrating some strange rituals of mathematics or biochemistry...
And afternoon, or should I say - in the late evening, when the light was dying in agony and silent darkness was regaining it's domain...
When I walked out of school I end up in the same snowy night, like the day was some temporal phenomenon like, for example, rain or rainbow and the night was everlasting...
Ahh, sorry for that blabbering lol