I can always smell the crayons first.
And I breathe them in deeply.
I miss the art room.
And the squeak of shoes on the gym floor.
Lunch on a tray-
Where everything fits neatly in it’s own square.
Locker mirrors,
And books wrapped in grocery bags.
School days were the best days.
So I’m always glad to be back,
Even if it’s with my camera and a visitor’s badge.
Thank you, Saint James, for all of your smiles.
