A live recollection with haikus

Hustle and bustle
Students going to and fro
Early evening

Less frantic, slower
Reflections on distant panes
The time is seven

A short time later
Hints of red hues, then just blue
It’s half-past-seven

Even shorter now
Darkness continues to fall
Reflections inside

All blue has vanished
The chairs begin to empty
We are now past eight

Just me and my thoughts
Is time just our own construct?
Huzzah! A first draft

The focus wears off
Nine-thirty; friend’s class ends soon
Time to have a snack?