Good morning. And it is a good morning. The pre-dawn air was crisp, sharp, invigorating. Not a mosquito or gnat in sight. The sky was crystal clear. On one particular stretch of street on the back leg of my six mile route, deeply blackened by the absence of a distracting lamp post, I tooked a quick glance up at the stars. I stopped and stared. Mesmerized for a few seconds, I thought, “There is no way anyone can look at these stars and yawn. It should be the same when we look at students.” After a few deep breaths, I went on, longing for a cup of freshly brewed coffee.
Make it a good day.