Shades of summer creep in through the slightly cracked windows. The students try to remain calm, but the heat and sun awakes some primal urge deep within them to laugh, play, talk, and dance. Soft breezes creep in, ensnaring the mind. We all begin to yearn for long days at the beach, ice cold lemonade, and slight pink sunburn. My mind drifts from math to an afternoon watching the Cubs from the bleachers. Hot dog in one hand, beer in the other. Mother Nature’s cruel torment is not a blizzard but a summer like day in the middle of March. Where spring break seems like an eternity away and summer will never come.
Shades of Summer