While the rest of cicadas crying and buring their life, bell crickets already began singing at night. Gusty rain on Monday cooled down the temperature, saying “Here’s September.” And I got a little (just a little) cold. Without noticing, I had passed by August, and now take a breath, worrying about other things to do. It was a good summer. With my colleagues and kids coming to our class, I ran through the days. That indeed developed my competency, and hopefully, those kids may have made progresses.
Sometimes I feel awful, finding that I’m trapped by too linear, busy, and rosy ways of thinking.