The time change is hitting me like a brick on these early mornings. I don’t wake up naturally to the new rhythm. Blindly I let out the dog, feed the cats, start the coffee, turn on the dryer (Its beating of my clothes like a metronome for morning music.).
In my afternoon gifted class for about half an hour, two sisters overlap, a 2nd grader and a 6th grader. They are early morning care kids, so they are coming to school in the dark. Rather than complain, Danielle talked about the moon.
“We saw the moon, and it was orange!” she exclaimed. “It’s called the blood worm moon.”
“Yeah,” chimed in sister Adelyn. “Thursday night there will be a lunar eclipse.” Here’s a link to Adelyn’s poem about their morning viewing.
Both girls wrote a Slice of Life post on our Fanschool site about it. I don’t think I’ll set an alarm for 2:30 AM, but maybe when my alarm goes off at 5:15, I’ll pop out of bed and go see what I can of the eclipse.
Or maybe I’ll hit snooze.
Reflections on the Teche 