Leviathan

So its cold out- freezing to be exact- and I'm walking through the night and down a dimly lit winding path which leads towards the tower of light that the building I'm headed to is.
If that's not symbolic then I don't know what is, I think to myself.
Anyways, there's a strong wind, blowing from the west- I think then it would be called a westerly, or did I just make that up?- and that doesn't help the situation of it being freezing cold out and every time the wind blows from the west I have to duck my head down and retreat behind the safety of my collar, which I tuck my nose under and probably look pretty funny in doing so.
I'm not walking into the wind and that's a good thing, I think to myself.
I'm wearing a black felt cap and black leather gloves and a black button-up Roundtree and Yorke collard coat that is light and, at touch, rather thin but also surprisingly warm and I'm happy to have that armor against the chilling fire that the leviathan of the west blows against me. As I walk towards the building the wind blows hard one last time and I soldier it one last time and finally make it to the front door and step inside and into the warm safety of the buildings interior.
At the front hallway I meet her and I don't recognize her slim figure and black hair at first because I'm not paying any attention to anyone or thing around me but she's smiling as she walks up to me and I see her out of the corner of my eye and as she approaches I smile back.
"How have you been?"
"Fucking cold," I say.
"I bet."
"How about you?" I say.
So she starts rattling off her day and I'm not really interested and I'm really not paying attention as I pull off my black gloves and start popping off the buttons of my black coat and then pull off my black hat and, as she continues to aimlessly talk, I run my hand through my hair so it wouldn't be so hat-hairish and it flows in between my fingers.
"What are you up to later?" She asks and I'm suddenly a part of the conversation again and I bring my gaze to hers and her eyes meet mine and in them I see that they have a look of absolute lust and I could tell that it was an invitation.
I should be taken back at that but I'm not and I think that its strange that I've gotten used to that sort of thing.
"Working on a paper. Been working all day. Probably will work all night." I say. "Can't do much else."
And I really don't want to.
She wants to say a thousand things, now, like "My roommate's gone tonight," or "Its too cold to sleep alone," or "We could talk about class, catch up on homework. I'm really having a hard time," or something clever like that. But she holds back and smiles instead and I tell her that I need to get moving and we say our goodbyes and I'm not really sad to let her walk away.
As I walk into the marble halls and bumble-bee catacombs that the library is I start thinking; about a guy that I had met when I was drunk and how he had run into me and how I had apologized and how he had made a big deal about how I had scruffed his shoe some how and that I should buy him new ones and that, to end that little situation, I should have just picked up a bar stool and beat it across his face to teach him not to start fights that he couldn't finish, but I was in a happy mood that night so I just walked away.
The leviathan didn't get me there, either, I think to myself. Haha.
And I'm also thinking to myself that it's nice that I blew a whole lot of people off tonight to get my paper done because it's an important paper and a strong grade on it would be important to me in the class and I'm feeling pretty good about that.
Again, the leviathan didn't get me.
I say leviathan a lot.
It means monster.
It's good that I've had the armor and smarts to beat back the beast lately.