Water Park

Summer days felt like being adrift in an ocean; now school days feel like a water park. So many kids, so many structures, so many activities, so many germs.

Walking past rows of stately trees and sitting in bolted wooden desks several decades old, I feel like I’m in a movie about college, rather than taking my surroundings at their word.

I did have a moment in a small seminar room, looking around at my masked colleagues, taking a mental picture of the peculiar scene to which we have all become accustomed. The time when full-faced, indoor interactions with those outside my emotional comfort pod seems evermore elusive. The time when one can fly, eat, exercise, and gather without second thought is becoming more of a fairytale by the news story.

But it is nice to have confirmation that other people are real, classrooms are living things, and that the seasons continue on as they do. (It’s so nice to not need air conditioning. Have I written about air conditioning before?)