Day 3,321 —Fuchsia Morning!—

Just like that last couple of miles of a 100-mile run, the last couple of days of the school seem to stretch, blow up, and shrink down. I always end up reflecting on all my other last weeks of school and the times I felt like this during a transition. 

Does everyone feel like this during transitions? 

I sat on my fallen tree at my new favorite spot, thought, staring at the reflection and the water, and appreciated the subtle changes. I thought about the way that the leaves on one of the trees looked like an outline of a face, and I wondered how long I had been sitting here and when I should get going.