It must be the 2 cups of teh peng but I've been bouncing off the walls all day.

Walking down the hill in the darkness, I observed how the spots in the pavement were made by the countless tiny leaves that had fallen uncontrollably upon the wet cement. So pretty. I knew what tree it was by looking at the cement below, and I felt like I was in some sort of Plato's cave since after a day of running around, reading and class, I was too tired to look up and was content instead to observe the pavement.