She asked me if I had seen Jupiter and Saturn. They had been gazing skyward. The warming winters being what they are, I imagined them standing in their furrowed field in shirt sleeves in amaze at the star-strewn sky. Ours was cloudy, so my envy had to settle on an approximate conjunction the night before.
That was a week ago or so.
Tonight she asked if I had seen the full moon. She so puts my aerospace to shame. And again my envy had to be happy with a sighting last night as I took out some garbage, because this afternoon’s bluster blew in a solid deck of clouds and there is nothing to see.
“I wish you and I could sip coffee,” she said. “Swap stories and thoughts. That would be amazing.”
Indeed.
There is so much about this year that I want to ask her about. So much about students struggling. About reaching out. To encourage them. To make them smile. To maybe learn. There are so many things she could teach me.
So yes, coffee. That would be amazing.