When the last group of students left, we sat and read the reflections we had them write in the last hours, lazy on the grass, waiting for lunch. Continue reading “Communi-tea: Gap Year Week 39”
Note: you might be more confused than usual if you haven’t read last week’s post.
My flips and rotations, all mid-air, reached a complexity far beyond my two months of gymnastics in second grade. Simone Biles would be jealous of the contortions I tried. With the greatest precision, I executed one final twist; breathing hard, I waited for the sound of success. Continue reading “Rosary: Gap Year Week 38”
It is the full moon, and the clouds glide past overhead, buoyed by winter breeze. Continue reading “Night Lights”
We are stumbling down the path, following a circle of flashlit ground; then we stop, and the light goes off, and we stand still in darkness, breathing in the silence, the cool air, the feeling of forest around. Continue reading “Revelations of the Night”
A Malabar Giant Squirrel, a distinctive two-toned mammal endemic to the Western Ghats, pauses on a tree branch. Continue reading “Squirrel on the Scent”