Passing: the days of summer as the calendar devolves into a relic of the working year
Still: palpably saturated, oppressive air refusing motion and insulating heavy heat
Passing by one another on the morning sidewalk, two school-aged boys share a moment's handshake and knowing nods.
Still remain the friendships of former years--high school, college--enough to sustain full weekends of reminiscing and talk of present and future.
Passing gradually as a "real" teacher, I feel infinitely more competent and prepared for summer school instruction...
Still, I miss the comfort of "my" school, students, and teachers and await with enthusiasm a non-inaugural year after
passing the remaining weeks of summer at "surrogate" school, then in gloriously un-urbanized South Carolina, and finally in Illinois among the familiarity of locale, family, and the best of friends.
Still: a weekend of relative, welcome calm amidst eastern seaboard roaming, action-packed visits (brother shortly!), and anticipated vacations.
Passing: the mellifluence of an (over)ambitious conceptual entry...
=) KP
