Today it was boiling.
Hair stuck to scalp, sweat dripping down face, equatorial summer BOILING.
And it was meant to be drama day, but the thought of standing up was exhausting.
'Hands up, who is keen for a swim!'
8 children jump into swimming costumes and trot down to the lake.
8 children pile giggling, slipping, sliding, onto an old windsurfing board.
8 children shout as their beach ball floats out into the lake, colours bright and somehow... artistically unrealistic... against the natural colours of the lakeshore.
8 children cheer as a heroic young man gallantly swims after it, rescuing it from a life of aimless drifting.
8 children laugh hysterically as said young man tries to return the ball to shore, every push in the right direction reversed by the pesky breeze!
1 very contented teacher, marvelling at this place, this life, this waking dream that seems to go on and on. Day after sunny day...
Hair stuck to scalp, sweat dripping down face, equatorial summer BOILING.
And it was meant to be drama day, but the thought of standing up was exhausting.
'Hands up, who is keen for a swim!'
8 children jump into swimming costumes and trot down to the lake.
8 children pile giggling, slipping, sliding, onto an old windsurfing board.
8 children shout as their beach ball floats out into the lake, colours bright and somehow... artistically unrealistic... against the natural colours of the lakeshore.
8 children cheer as a heroic young man gallantly swims after it, rescuing it from a life of aimless drifting.
8 children laugh hysterically as said young man tries to return the ball to shore, every push in the right direction reversed by the pesky breeze!
1 very contented teacher, marvelling at this place, this life, this waking dream that seems to go on and on. Day after sunny day...
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