It’s Slice of Life Tuesday over at Two Writing Teachers and I’m joining in with my slice of life story. Won’t you consider joining in?
The day was dark and damp with a fog so thick you could cut it with a knife. I had spent the better portion of the morning working on curriculum writing, a task that I had procrastinated several times over the course of the summer due to the lake waters calling my name. But today was the perfect gloomy day for working. And with it being August 13th, I knew I had to get moving and slowly ease myself back into school mode because I still had plenty of time left to enjoy the warmth of the late summer lake. Until the mail arrived…
I dodged the raindrops and puddles and opened the mailbox door and peeked in. My heart sunk. There it sat at the bottom of the silver box damp, limp, alone, and foreboding: my back to school letter.
It was expected, but then again not quite expected, at least not today. It arrives this time every year, and each time it surprises me with it’s seemingly early arrival. And while I love everything about being back in school: the return to routines, the crispness of the air, the smiles of the staff, the sharing of books read with friends, the promise of plans made, and the freshness of new ideas to try out, all of this and more, the letter still signifies the end of summer fun. It still comes as a surprise, like a thief in the night stealing away the last remaining days of freedom. Oh well… I’m glad it came today on this yucky weather day!