The kids are in their last days of the school year here, and I’m already in Week Two of teaching summer classes at the college; strangely, there’s something melancholy about this time of year–something about the end of rituals and the starting of new daily schedules, something about the winds contemplating pushing warmer air our direction. Despite the melancholy that comes from taking stock and feeling imminent transition, I really like this time of year, particularly because it’s so delightful to be outside. In this past week alone, my spirits have glided around the backyard, joyfully catching a draft and coasting around, every time I look at our new solar lanterns
and every time I catch sight of the first blooms on the earliest flowers (Siberian Irises delight)
and every time I watch Paco use sparklers as magic wands (“Wingardium Leviosa!” he cries)
and every time I participate in my new favorite sport
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