Thursday, 12 June 2014


The cries and laughter from the little school in the hollow grew steadily, both in power and passion, until by mid-June they'd become a joyous fanfare.

I remembered that hum, and another June day, far away, when I biked out of Grade 7 for the last time, on an afternoon that sparkled on my tongue like elderflower champagne. I pedalled four miles of fields, forests, and subdivisions, with a stack of schoolwork and a yearbook smelling of fresh ink strapped behind, and endless prospects ahead.

Nothing on Earth is as free, nor heart as full, as a schoolboy riding into summer.

(Adapted from 100 Days on the Mountain, copyright RK Henderson. Photo courtesy of Jorge Royan and Wikimedia Commons.)
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