Tonight has a feeling of summer.
Not because it’s hot. Because it isn’t.
Not because it’s so light out and it’s already 7:00 pm. Although it is.
Not because the skies are blue and it’s sunny.
Not because it’s almost spring break. (Next week.)
But because the air is still. Like it is in summer.
And most of the snow has melted, although I’m sure we haven’t seen the last of it yet.
And, I can now count the days until the end of the school year if I want to, but I won’t.
And I’m starting to feel nostalgic for this year already.
And after spring break it’s a slow race to the last day of school.
And because I don’t have any travel plans next week, and normally I do, I will be wallowing in all those summer-is-almost-here feelings.
And then I’ll get a little melancholy.
And then I’ll remind myself to be present. To enjoy these last few months of this very, very, very challenging year.
And I’ll start to think about all of the things I wanted to do with my students and didn’t get to do.
I’ll regret losing my patience, mostly with myself, and sweating the small stuff and I’ll realize, more and more lately, that I’ve been at this for a long time. And is it time to call it quits?
I don’t know. This year has certainly taken me to the brink of that decision.
But, no. I’ve got a few more years left in me.
Tonight has a feeling of summer.
Cross posted to the Two Writing Teachers March Slice of Life Story Challenge.