It’s morning, and she’s up before me, making sure her hair is right and her make-up is perfect. She’s not nervous, or not noticeably so. It’s not like her first morning at secondary school – photographs in the driveway; shiny black mary-janes; waiting in trepidation with her best friend at the bus stop – or her first morning in primary school – big grin; left arm in a bright pink plaster cast; holding my hand tightly as we walked through the gates.
No, today is the first day of college, and her hair is straight and shiny, her brand new over the shoulder bag is full of brand new books for brand new subjects, and she’s the only one waiting for the bus. I offer to wait, but she’s fine. She texts me when she gets on board – she’s reassuring me. How did that happen?
autumn breezes blow
each chick must take a first flight
falcons spread their wings
It’s haibun night at dVerse, and Mish gives us the theme of “morning”. Perfect prompt for today!