The mosquitos keep biting. They move as fast as flies these days. Rainfall from the showers brought by the recent tropical storms must have been good for them. Not so much for me.
Three days back in the classroom. Many wear their masks correctly. Some slip their noses free or take too long reapplying them after a snack or drink. It’s hard to hear them over the hum of air filters and air conditioners. They’re too shy around each other after a year-and-a-half learning from home.
We’ve barely begun the curricula, and already I feel the fatigue of being a month in.
Autumn cool
another gathering
of clouds
for dVerse Poets’ OLN #300, pubtended by Bjorn. The Pub is open! Come join us!
Frank J. Tassone 
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