School is starting without me yet again.
Feeling a bit nostalgic; a little sad,
like a kid left out of a game.
Missing the excitement.
The heady rush of new beginnings.
The promise of a new slate
on which to write this year’s story.
The feeling will pass.
Reality, perhaps even tinged
with a touch of relief, will set in.
With retirement, the venue has changed.
The rhythm of life is more
comfortable steady hum than hip-hop beat,
but life remains full and
the story is still being written.