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An overcast of clouds early in the morning insinuated the coming of rain with the mixture of sleet and snow given the chilly time of year. Weather that did not seem kind enough for her students to come barreling through the door with excitement and eager willing to learn something new. She’d rather them be tucked away safe and warm in their little abodes with family, or should the weather turn to snow: enjoy adventures of winter by toddling around in the flurries of white. Instead, Sonata spent her morning tidying up, sweeping the floors or wiping down windows even if they were cleaned the night before. The chalkboard was stripped of yesterday’s lesson replaced with the plans for the next school day. Literature, storytelling, and learning how to read and write certain letters and numbers. Each was broken up into sections by day instead of crammed in all at once to refrain from overwhelming or over stimulating eager little minds. Each set for her specific age groups. Her handwriting was clean, legible cursive where it was needed. 

Once finished, the used piece of chalk was carefully placed following a small smile of approval before she then reorganized papers and further lesson plans.

Sonata then took it upon herself to open a window nearest to her piano that welcomed the cold wintry air. Her work was done for the day and the classroom left pristine and yet she could not bring herself to leave for the day so soon. Instead, she took to the chair, adjusting herself comfortably as she sat before the piano. Digits gingerly swept across the keys, “It’s been awhile.” She murmurs softly. Her mind abuzz trying to recollect music and the notes that came with it. Shoulders rose and fell with a steady breath as her fingers began to dance along the piano keys, letting her hands move about with intentional freedom. 

Playing: Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata.