<div class="floatright">(http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_17/11235595083Gmd8M.jpg)</div><br/>Maybe it was just him, but Cole couldn't help but feel more 'winter-y' as he glanced a the clock on the microwave in his kitchen. 7:45  He went for the cupboard grabbing the Vector box and a bowl from an adjacent wooden door.  Sliding them onto the kitchen table he slid a spoon out of the drawer and the carten of milk from the fridge.  Finally sitting down he poured himself a bowl.<br/><br/>The breeze had a little more bite in it this morning, there seemed to be a little bit more of a chill in the air.  Even though the temperature was barely lower than the day before it felt like winter, it felt like Hockey.  Ever since his in-season Baseball had ended, he had been feeling more and more anxious to get out on the ice.  He couldn't wait to lace up his skates for the Dunbarton season.  He would have slightly limited time with his off-season baseball, weight training and skills sessions, but he knew he would make it work.<br/><br/>He finished his second bowl of cereal by 8:05.  Again glancing at the microwave clock he stood up and carried his bowl over to the sink rinsing it out then leaving it to dry in the rack.  He grabbed his one strap back pack (http://www.ampco20.com/pics/track-tt301-1.jpg) as he walked out of the kitchen towards the front door.  He checked he had his books, his homework, his pencils, yup, ready to go.  Cole stepped into his trusty running shoes and slipped out of the door.  He stuck his silver key into the lock then turned it, his sister was still at home, but better safe than sorry.  Stuffing the keys back in his pocket he slung his bag over his shoulder and was off.  He pulled his iPod out of his pocket and lightly placed his ear buds in, hitting the shuffle feature he returned it to his pocket.<br/><br/>He jogged up the steps of Dunbarton, at about 8:20.  Plenty of time.  Dressed in a blue and orange plaid shirt (http://gearpatrol.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/proper-cloth-plaid-shirt-gear-patrol.jpg) to go with his jeans he walked up to his locker and spun the dial to his combination,<em>15, 42, 10</em>.  He swung the metal door open and bringing his backpack down onto the floor in front of him, he began to unload his bag.  He grabbed this books he needed for first and second period so he wouldn't have to stop by his locker again until lunch.  Satisfied he had everything he needed he closed and locked his locker and started down the hall.  He was never in a hurry, he had this laid back, methodical way of walking, a loping stride that seemed so slow that it shouldn't cover as much ground as it did.<br/><br/>His ear buds still plugged in, he was almost disconnected from the real world, just him and the beat as he sojourned off to class.