It's the last day of school;
a launchpad from the end of June
stripping off the year while in mid air to cannonball into the depths
of summer;
an uncomplicated exit after cleaning your classroom and finishing reports and packing up and handing in your photocopier card and room keys;
a moment of luxurious silence while staring at that one thing that you just noticed that was hidden in the far corner of your classroom;
a vainglorious victory of finding every key and favourite pen and travel mug that you lost;
a broken daily compulsive ritual that will be left fallow for two months unless your family and friends are teachers too;
an aching reminder 10 minutes distance into your commute of that one person that did not make it to the end of the school year;
and a mindshift from the definitive to the abstract because everything outside of the bells is your actual 'real life'.