Oregon got a sunny day yesterday.
As I raced to the gym for a Battle of the Books assembly, I walked by a kindergarten teacher nestled into a corner of the dusty, lumpy blacktop of the courtyard, bordered by the rusty chain-link fence. She was reading a children's book to her attentive charges seated there in the sun. She wore sunglasses as she displayed the lovely illustrations and read aloud to them.
After the assembly, classes were filing out of the gym and into the gilded daylight. I held the door open, high-fiving kids and commenting on what a respectful audience they had been. A fourth grade boy pointed and said, "Look! The sky looks like a movie!"
We turned and raised our sights above the shrubs to a cerulean sky and its floating cotton ball clouds.
"Yes, Luis. That's a lovely sky. In some parts of the world, you don't have to watch a movie to see a sky like that. In Oregon, it's a special event. Sometimes we see a shooting star at night. Sometimes we see a clear blue sky in the daytime." What a moment.
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