Andrew Knight

I can feel the heat.

My forehead intensely warm with a feverish sweat, my body defending itself from a virus.

As we walked through the great doors, wonders beyond description emerged before us. Enormous bears loomed overhead - a wall of matted hair, hooked claws and teeth rearing up to emphasize the vast space of the great Victorian hall.

Oh, how I yearn

To go back where hemlock and fern

Cover the land where young men and women stand together,

A grand array of uniforms, in all sorts of weather

Even as the humid and cold summer days pass,

A deafening CRACK
Everyone hides
As wicked blue lines dance across the gray sky
Thunder booming through the valley
This is nature
In its infinite might
Laughing

For weeks I waited for the weekend. The moment I received the email, I raced to the calendar, flipping to the month of January. Writing in bold, slightly smudged letters I wrote; Staff Reunion, 8 am Sat - 10 am Sun.