Sometimes when you are traveling, you know you aren’t anywhere close to home. The landscape doesn’t just look different, it looks foreign. In my case it was in a good way. Broadleaf trees, green fields, acres of corn. An eagle in a tree.
I remembered all these images as if they were a long time the past, almost like a reflection in a window that you just walked by.
Waking up to cold, fresh air surprised me. Wearing a jacket in July feels odd. Like all new things, I am waiting to see if it fits. Tomorrow morning, when I step into a classroom on Madeline Island, I think it will fit and feel just fine