When out of exhaustion all you can pour on your exam is a nebula of approximative concepts.
When your head feels turgid and your eyes are sore.
When your shoulders feel you are carrying the world on them.
When your legs are weakened and your complexion weary.
It takes the breeze in your face while cycling back home,
the warm golden sunbeams of early spring
that makes Paris gleam
or just a kind bearded smile and a wave
from behind a windshield,
to remind you
that it's all worth it.