In those first moments of summer, kids molt like snakes. Piles of who they were yesterday ribbon
like silk into the fragrant, cut grass.
It doesn’t matter how old you get, you will always remember those
first days of summer. Like the
last walk home from the bus, marled pavement and small pebbles rolling beneath
your feet. The shock-of-white-sun from looking over your shoulder, making sure your mom was still there. The sky. Extra big.
Extra blue. Some odd sense you
are moving up in the world, even if it’s only from first grade to second. Your heart high and full in your little
chest like a balloon.
Any fears or worries, or joys for that matter, from the year
have fled. What’s left is the core
of a school-aged kid. Ripe
confidence. Dirty hands. Curiosity, glistening. And the amazing feeling you have, and
can always, conquer the world.
The expressions and emotions you captured are beautiful. It's as if without even knowing these children you are getting a glimpse into their complex personalities and souls. Gorgeous portraits obviously taken with love!
ReplyDeleteYour words are amazing...taking me back to many of my own childhood memories.