On the Unusualness of Squam

When I travel to teach, my hotel doesn't usually look like this.



My hotel room doesn't usually look like this.



The path to my classroom doesn't usually look like this.



My classroom doesn't usually look like this.



I don't usually have one of these,



upon which to do this with Jess, Ysolda, and Gudrun.



There are not usually bedtime stories by the fireplace with Casey and Eloise.



There are not usually random acts of owl-bombing by a mysterious knitter.



I do not usually look like this,



and cry a little when it's time to leave it all behind.



Thanks, Squam.

Love,
Franklin
xoxo