Life is short. And most of it is winter. So....
I'm grateful to be surrounded, daily, by tiny creatures on a frozen playground, having them look up and smile, taking my hand, pleading, then coaxing with blackmailers' skill to show me something of immense importance, something I thought was miraculous too, when I was seven. And when I see it, I'm not so cold anymore. Because I remember.
the wind
4 years ago
5 comments:
You sound more like a benevolent uncle than a teacher. Won't they miss you when you've retired?
Some will, I have no doubt. Because I know it works both ways. Which means I will have done my job. I guess.
Llewellen! I said tomato and rice not tomato and lice soup! Man, go away for a little while and the place goes straight to the bloody apes! Beer and Banana Bread? What kind of flipping special is that??
Unfortunately, Llewellen's hearing has been an issue since the incident with the turkey baster.
Nice to have you back, Omar. Your old table beside the plastic rhododendron is ready. And feel free to use the spittoon. (In case of sudden stomach distress, like.)
J'ai appris des choses interessantes grace a vous, et vous m'avez aide a resoudre un probleme, merci.
- Daniel
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