The soft lullaby of pan flutes lilting through the air.
Calming and tranquil, the chill of the morning air enough to feel
like you are genuinely greeting the sunrise all alone on this earth.
Doors fling open and yelling and shoving spill through a gateway to the other world.
laughing and teasing chasing away the flutes, the crisp kiss of morning receding from reach.
with a heavy sigh I turn and smile, the children have arrived for class.
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