Things were getting worse. More people began appearing in the courtyard each day, but they were always new faces. Only the children had the confidence (or ignorance) to speak.
The meeting rooms were always cluttered, but it wasn't important. I practically lived there but the only thing I really did was listen to people discuss things I had no idea about. It was like they were speaking a different language half the time.
The buildings and surrounding hills always made daybreak a bit shocking; and it was usually when the people appeared.
It makes me wonder sometimes...is what I'm doing wrong? Could I be doing something differently?