And it was like trying to keep eight objects under water, all at once.
They twisted in their seats, glancing/staring out the window rather too often. This wasn't helped by the sporadic nature of the snow. One minute,white bees filling the air thick and fast, the next a mild blue and white sky. One never knew what would be there the next time one looked.
Also unhelpful was the halfhearted way their teacher told them to focus on their work.
It was snowing....
Tr, turning a 180 in his chair, stared round-eyed at the drifting flakes. Stage whispered: "THIS IS THE DAY, THIS IS THE DAY THAT THE LORD...." effectively side-tracking Ch and Ty.
hath made, thought the teacher. Hallelujah.
It snowed. Delight reigned.
And sometimes chaos.