Cloudy morning, gentle spring rain, cute blouse I haven't worn this year, skinny jeans, old-barn-red sweater hiding my shy, blouse and old-comfortable-black-and-white-nike shoes. Half walking, half dreaming, I stumbled through the skylark cafe and the fowler museum and saw twenty first graders walking by two by two, hand in hand. Each pair intentionally a little boy and little girl. Or maybe not intentionally? I wanted to ask, but refrained with a smile and a 'hello' under my breath.
Holding hands with a boy, taking a stroll through our romantic campus?! The thought alone made my heart pound faster and cheeks slightly flustered. What revelation or strength does that 1st grader have that I am lacking? Truly amazing.
Until then... it's just me and my umbrella.
Holding hands with a boy, taking a stroll through our romantic campus?! The thought alone made my heart pound faster and cheeks slightly flustered. What revelation or strength does that 1st grader have that I am lacking? Truly amazing.
Until then... it's just me and my umbrella.
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