SPC: Celebration 2.

In the dead of winter, the world covered in snow, I think back on the days when bare shoulders bumped into sunshine, when I could laze in bed for hours with a book, not feel the guilt of neglected grading. Now windowpanes are frosted over, sweaters are bulky, and the semester is limping to a close.

And in exactly one week, I will be one day into Florida, one day of bright skies, pastel houses. I will write poetry on paper napkins, will walk along the beach, will feel what it is to have sand between my toes. I will be daring, will go on this adventure alone, will escape into the wide open.