ends

it's strange to think how the end of a school year could have so much impact on a person who is not a student.(myself.) there is, of course, that caveat of teaching that is a magnet for people- put up with 9 months of teaching and be rewarded with three months time off. seems fine. except that the natural swing and bang of the seasons seems to thrust back at us. in June we are aligned with a buoyant and luminous sense of swelling. the natural world is expanding, greening up and unfolding. what a time to feel doors latching and settling into a thump of silence. surely this is not the time for closure. and, accordingly, as our school year has 5 days left, the little sparks and snaps above the heads of the very small light little fires of impatience and mania all over. noses bleed, fingers break, clothes are changed and changed again. the students here haven't yet fully conformed to the routine of the adult world and it is apparent that they struggle with this idea of Ending when the best time of year is Beginning. it is a colorful and innocent kind of insanity. torn paper everywhere.and then the green and hazy curtain of a long summer. what luxuries are these.