He saw a few people on his way out of school, and he greeted them; he knew them, kind of. Acquaintances... vaguely. Shine didn't really keep friends, in the truest sense of the word. He has his reasons, of course, but whatever those are are kept to himself.<br/><br/>As he walked down the side walk, he couldn't help but reflect on just how damn hot it was out.  Oh well. Better than the cold, he decided, as he walked away from the school.<br/><br/>Their was an old shrine, quite far from the school, but he walked to it every few days. The state it was in was deplorable, and he was quite sure that for some reason, perhaps a gross oversight on someones part, that nobody was taking care of the grounds any more. So he had taken it upon himself to do that.<br/><br/>He was a Zen Buddhist. Their was not a big emphasis on worshiping the gods, goddesses, and spirits and such, but basic respect for the location could definitely be given. In some ways it helped him, too. It kept him busy, and kept his mind off things he'd rather not think about. Their was just something oddly relaxing about it all.<br/><br/>The temple stayed quiet year round, even though it was in the city. It was tranquil, still, quiet. It soothed him.<br/><br/>...except for the weeds. Their were always weeds to be removed... and walkways to be swept, and statues to clean, amongst other things. He knew his way around the grounds quite well, having been doing this for the past year, and he set about the task while quietly going over some sutras in his head.