After hours

A bird soaring through the blue sky
As heat engulfs the people around
A strange atmosphere of thinking
As you hear the rustling of pages

Is it calm or is it frightening
Not seeing the place as it normally is
No loud screaming or eating
As everyone awaits the bell

Is it more peaceful now
Or is there a feeling of unease
Is it better in this light
Or does it fill you with discomfort

With the absence of active minds
It almost seems strange
For this place to be lacking in depth
When there is yet so much life