September 15, 2009

Still night.

My mornings have been ornamented by elaborate dreams. They are vivid and convincing, and the only clue that they are dreams is that I wake and am able to compare them to reality.

Have been taking my classes to new territory, or perhaps following them there. It is not like it was, or as it is for most. I see no reason to open my mouth unless what I say might change their lives. What do they think? Some of them long to ask, “will this be on the test?” Some of them watch me as a squirrel watches an owl in the near tree, trying to decide if it’s hungry, trying to decide if it’s dark enough for it to take flight.