very flat and we could walk very far out without the water coming above our waist. The very slight waves from faraway boats lightly massaged our shoulders as the sussurations of wind in the palms calmed us on the shore.
We returned in the evening, enjoying a dusk ride home. One of the families in our program hosted a Bastille Day (Jul 14) party that all the Staff were invited to. We expected an adult gathering, but upon opening the door to a strobe light, Top 40 music, and middle schoolers, we realized we were in for something a bit different. Wine, cheese, proper conversation and fraternity were what we anticipated, but instead, we got a cross-generational dance party. The catered food was fantastic (fresh fruit!), the music tolerable, and the company fun. The "Hey Miss Holly!" after 15 seconds threw me off guard, but I realized there were a handful of 6th graders, some of the high school volunteers, a group of Teachers, as well as many chaperones/family friends. Hugely bizarre and awkward at first, but then we adapted (we call ourselves Teachers, after all!) We had a spastic but fun impromptu dance party in the car (windows down, loud music blarring, dancing within the confines of a seatbelt).
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it was also a moment when I realised that something had been missing from my life for many years, viz the constant, gentle sussurations of the sea.
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