Biking and Singing

Today I turned my head and saw biking by the Monument a young woman in an ochre top. Perhaps I turned my head because she was unself-consciously singing her own song as she biked past. Beautiful!

Pond Walk

We walked around the pond this morning, two friends who see one another just a handful of times a year. And yet, every moment together is as nourishing and strong as the French toast and coffee that followed at Centre Street Cafe.

Morning

This morning I woke up with a tired body and a rested mind. I brought my orange mug of coffee out to the deck with the first pages of a book. Morning gray filtered through the treetops. I sipped, read and smiled.

That hug

His eyes lit up down the hall. He started running towards me, and threw that door open. He grabbed me in a big hug as if I were a prize. "Ms. C!"

It was maybe our last hug, on one of the last days of school. It seemed to make the whole year worthwhile.