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This morning was exactly like the mornings I remember from being in school. So strange how vivid the image is as I do not remember so many things from that time.
The last strange days before the holidays. There's no more work, but still you have to show up at school. On most of these days you move outside at some point of the day-- "Couldn't we work outside? Please?" --and do nothing else than lay on the soft grass and stare at the treetops, dreaming about the 2,5 months of freedom. You make no plans, just go where the currents lead you.
On the last day, saturday, it's always cloudy, and there's a promise of rain in the air. It's not warm but not cold either, and it's windy. You go for the two hours, listen to the speeches and get home. For the rest of the day you do nothing. Except later, you of course go spend the night with your friends, drink quite a bit and feel so happy and free.
It's never quite the same, the last days at work, before the holidays. Maybe because you can't say to your boss, "Couldn't we please work outside?" and there's still work left to do.
And it's officially summer since I'm not wearing socks and at work, I'm barefoot! If it wasn't for the glass and other detritus on the streets, I'd be walking barefoot all summer! I was able to, when I was a kid. But it wasn't in the city then.
I feel like a hippie right now.
What's so funny 'bout peace, love and understanding?
The last strange days before the holidays. There's no more work, but still you have to show up at school. On most of these days you move outside at some point of the day-- "Couldn't we work outside? Please?" --and do nothing else than lay on the soft grass and stare at the treetops, dreaming about the 2,5 months of freedom. You make no plans, just go where the currents lead you.
On the last day, saturday, it's always cloudy, and there's a promise of rain in the air. It's not warm but not cold either, and it's windy. You go for the two hours, listen to the speeches and get home. For the rest of the day you do nothing. Except later, you of course go spend the night with your friends, drink quite a bit and feel so happy and free.
It's never quite the same, the last days at work, before the holidays. Maybe because you can't say to your boss, "Couldn't we please work outside?" and there's still work left to do.
And it's officially summer since I'm not wearing socks and at work, I'm barefoot! If it wasn't for the glass and other detritus on the streets, I'd be walking barefoot all summer! I was able to, when I was a kid. But it wasn't in the city then.
I feel like a hippie right now.
What's so funny 'bout peace, love and understanding?