It’s the home stretch, the seventh inning, the train is coming, and none of us are ready for school to start. But there it is on the horizon, marked by many things, including the knot in my stomach. Can you smell the starch in the paper, the musky wax smell of the fat crayons, the bite in the back of your nose from the freshly-cut field of grass? Can you see the acorns swelling on the oak branches?
love this photo. straight into the sun. right on.