So proud of my sis, witnessing from a distance, her work on her first real patient, Covid protective gear and all.
In the spring I stepped in as the president of the Creative Writers Association at the university I’m at. Normally, we hold our monthly graduate readings at this great dive-ish bar across from the English department. But now that we are on Zoom for much of life, we have had to adapt. Welcome to my hosting station, from the living room. It’s interesting about how, a year ago, I wouldn’t have guessed this scenario. Is that wonder?
I walk by this building all the time, but I never have a reason to enter (so it has remained unnoticed, mostly). Tonight, a beautiful reading by Tyler Mills was held here.
And I really wondered how I’d never stopped to notice these windows before.
Today was the first day back of school. There is a an excitement that vibrates through the campus. Students print out syllabi. Campus coffee grinds fresh espresso beans. Chick-fil-A back in action, line swerving around the union. People crisscross through campus, greeting new faces. Geese waddle, wondering who all these new people are, on their turf.
There are fresh beginnings at the start of a fresh semester, in a new decade. Questions flash across our minds.
How will classes be?
What opportunities will a semester bring?
What new friends will we make?
How will we grow and challenge ourselves in new ways?
How much longer until…summer?