Back to Reality

So I'm in the library, reading away, getting angry beyond my years about undergrads who use the quiet study area to make phone calls and have loud conversations about the outrageousness of getting chucked out of a nightclub for no reason. I was thisclose to turning around and suggesting that perhaps it was BECAUSE THEY WERE TALKING TOO LOUDLY, but I couldn't quite bring myself to make too many enemies so close to the weekend. Anyway - I move to a little desk near a window and look out on the dreary day visiting Flinders Uni and what did I see?

This little puddle. And, although you can't quite see it clearly, there's a splodge of mud in the middle of the puddle with the most delicate little green grass shoots growing out of it.