Blue skies

I’ve missed you Cerulean Ceiling.

We’ve had one dark day after the next, when the morning mist clouded the view and dampened the windshield and made a good hair day out of the question. “Enough!” I bellowed at nobody in particular the other morning, as I listened to the steady drum on my tin roof.

You made brief stage-left appearances every so often, but quickly vanished, just in time for another indoor recess or canceled tennis match or postponed picnic.

Do you realize what day after day of indoor recess during the final weeks of school does to teachers and students?

I know, I know. We need the rain. The grass looks amazing. Thirsty trees are thrilled.

But here’s the thing. I need you. On a regular basis. It turns out I would not be a happy camper in Seattle or Scotland.

Enough.

Thank you for showing up today. My spirits are brighter, and the children are heading outside to play on the swings that have sat idle for days. There is almost no chance that tonight’s rescheduled tennis match will be postponed by rain.

I’ve missed you Blue Skies. Don’t be a stranger.

 

Thank you to Two Writing Teachers for the weekly nudge to write and share.