just my breath and the steam radiator
against the north wall.
tiny crystals of ice on the window
form a smiling face if I squint
desk? clear.
mind? clear.
computer? cold to the touch.
pens? all in a cup.
grades? pshaw. gone for days.
complaints? don't know. email off.
it begins again, of course,
in mere weeks.
but my chest is clear
and open.
my eyes fresh.
I look anew.
Proost!
Proost to you, too, Prof. Tingle.
ReplyDeleteI walked down the hall of my building and thought that it was quiet, like freshly fallen snow in the evening. It was beautiful.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your break, Prof. Tingle...
ReplyDeleteI'm not quite there yet (actually, I'm still about a week away). Wanna come over and grade some papers? I thought not. Enjoy!
ReplyDeleteCheers! I too still have grading but I see that blissful calm just over the hill.
ReplyDeleteThis is what I am looking forward to. Thank you. And--enjoy.
ReplyDeleteDick, your avatar is shrinking.
ReplyDeleteI read that backwards.
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