That’s all that is left of the structure free summer.
Memories of time well spent and unfettered will quickly fade to grey.
New classroom, new students, new grades, new work. All seem to be flooding upon me like a hurricane.
It is a bittersweet time to cherish the last mornings of late rising and the last evenings of ice cream and the daily show.
Turned in exchange for early mornings and commutes. Early nights and limited desserts.
But also exchanged for delight. 215 smiles. Hugs daily. Free lunch. music, lots and lots of music.
Anticipation is bubbling. Brewing. So much is new and can what shall be the outcomes of the new day? I wait. I listen. I remain at peace.
Pencils are sharpened. Seats are assigned. Lessons are planned. I’m here, your teacher, tired already, but thrilled to see you.
Come in, all are welcome here. Summer happily traded for the new year found every autumn. For MY happiest place on earth.