The Silence of the Classroom

There was this solemn moment yesterday

I was early in the classroom to setup the chairs for the midterms
and the quietness was unfamiliar. It was cold even if its noon and the breeze passed through the windows. I couldn't help but notice how humbleness can be wrought out of arranging chairs. And as I stood in front seeing all those empty seats, I couldn't help but smile as I imagined the chaos that was just about to fill the space later.

I'm falling in love with the craft.
Is the silence my calling?