His gaze wandered over the grey buildings of the university. A fine drizzle came falling from dark clouds, appearing like shredded sails hanging loose in the wind. The rain covered every surface with tiny droplets, making the windows and the streets glisten silver.
He held a book close to his chest. It was North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell. It wasn’t on the reading list for the Victorian module. He didn’t understand why. But he wanted to reread it anyway, as, in his opinion, it summed up the Victorian era perfectly.
He sighed and made his way to the bus stop. The yellow streetlight made the raindrops appear like honey. It wasn’t even teatime yet, but it would be dark soon. This was the north and it was autumn.
The purple bus decorated with the crests of the different colleges turned around the corner. He couldn’t wait to get home, sit down with a cup of Yorkshire tea, start reading, and think. It was all he wanted to do.
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