For me, the things that really mark the changing of the season are the end of the summer holidays and the beginning of the school term. The first full day of school for my son was this monday and seeing him in his uniform again reminded me :
- How quickly we, as humans, move through our own seasons
- How tied I really am to my own heritage (I come from a family of school teachers)
- How I can already see in my son’s Spring, the seeds of his Autumn (I think the leaves will be spectacular)
For today’s poetic adventure, I’ve written a haiku called “Back to school”. You can read it here , and I read it out loud in today’s video-blog too.
I am just going outside and may be some time.