Lightly does it

The photocopying room always seems to have lovely light bouncing around it and this morning, whilst photocopying the one thousand nine hundred and twenty pieces of paper that make up the final exams, I was left completely undisturbed as I worked out how best to capture* it.

During the hour and a half it took to complete the copying, I found the rhythmic pulse of the paper being fed through the copier quite therapeutic, and spent the rest of the day in a rather good mood. (I have no doubt that had I experienced a paper-jam, the outcome would have been completely different).

*First person to say wingpig gets a slap.

(Actually, I had him firmly in mind when I took this. Imitation, and all that.)