Hike to a bakery. I’m not using a car this semester. Bakery not on bus route. My students promised a costume or two in exchange for treats.
Street signs of a spooky night ahead.
Purchase morning buns. They're a classic.
Oh dear. Rain on the hike back toward campus. My own costume (I’m dressed to look like a law student) is getting wet. Still, it is the way of weather on this day: unpredictable.
I enter the class with a minute to spare.
And how can I not smile?
On days like this, I want to teach this torts class forever. For years and years. Just in this way. Where we eat morning buns and think about the impact of law on the life of another.
But, the class ends.
The skies clear.
And the roses bloom. It’s a tricky time of the year.