I wonder what this land looks like today? Have the sword ferns died? Is it still summer and they are plugging along? Has the moss deepened? Have new plants grown and we have yet to see them?
How are the frogs? None here in Black Forest.
Dragonflies? Mosquitoes? Gnats? Flies? Butterflies? Moths? Grasshoppers? Slugs?
It will all be new.
I want to be there, but today, in the hallway at school, it was terrifically exciting. I love the first days of school. Fresh, new, excited. I wondered how many times I would be in tears? I love what I do.
How about you? Why do you love what you do? How would you change what you do?