Labor Day. A rare chance this summer to sleep in, since Frank had only an optional practice. Still, morning comes, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee stirs me from sleep. Eigh hours is enough, even after a night of incessant dreams.
The sweltering heat belies the change to Autumn that will come. Still, I manage a simple breakfast outside–and to stay with our son when he finally awakens and has his own.
The spiderweb stands visible in the sunlight. It’s weaver lies at its heart. Prior catches remain cocooned on strands. The cicadas sing, unconcerned about the arachnid’s predation.
Tomorrow, I return to my small high school in the Bronx. Staff meetings in the morning, with time (hopefully) to prepare my classroom in the afternoon. Wednesday, my students return. Summer vacation ends, as they all do.
But there is till the morning of Labor Day to enjoy. One last day of unofficial summer to enjoy. I take the first sip of a third cup of coffee and resume doing just that.
time enough for one more dance
before the next day
and my own current haikai challenge!