Here comes the sun...

Day 14 of 31 at Two Writing Teachers!

Here comes the sun

warm breezes wafting through the windows
short sleeves
silky light shirts

Here comes the sun

open moon roof, windows down
find a cheery song and
crank up the radio

Here comes the sun

spring air smooths the knots out of my back
time for track and field
and "Can we go outside today?"

Here comes the sun

milkshakes, ice cream, smoothies
bare toes wiggling
freedom is coming

Here comes the sun


All afternoon, I was planning on writing a poem about the GORGEOUS weather today. (And so I did!)  That was going to be my whole slice, until I was walking out of the building after school.  On the way out, I passed my current principal in the hallway, talking to the assistant principal. Waving, I said a cheery hello and planned to continue walking.  Instead, he took a step toward me, looked me straight in the eye, and said "We've had all the conversations here now.  We are good to go."

For a few seconds, I was confused.  He repeated, "We are good to go," with a slight nod of reassurance. Then it hit me and my face lit up.  "Oh!  Thank you!"

Translation of Mr. Kind-But-Gruff Burly Country Guy: my job is safe.  They had finished talking to everyone who was going to lose their jobs in the RIF and I wasn't one of those people. I don't know if he was telling that to everyone he saw, or if he just knew I was nervous. (I was pretty sure I would be ok, but I thought I might be close to the cutoff. Plus, my program is being cut, so I know I won't be doing this particular job next year.)  I'd like to think he knew I needed reassurance.  Even if he was just passing the word to everyone he saw, I'm glad he took the minute to do it.

Now the Beatles are cycling through my head:
"Here comes the sun / and I say: / It's alright..."