four days will quickly steep themselves in night
with jubilate absolutely lovely, i was left quite drained, wondering, what other things in the year ahead would fill me up so giddily with love, then leave me to remember-- after its all over, everything that had mattered(:
You never know where the next miracle is gonna come from, the next smile,
the next wish come true. But if you believe that it's right around the corner,
and you open your heart and mind to the possibility of it, to the certainty of
it. You just might get the thing you're wishing for. The world is full of magic.
You just have to believe in it.
so i closed my eyes first june 2009 midnight and said:
hey, may this journey be a perfact one.
for four days we roamed the compounds of hc like home, facshirts/uniforms molded to bodies like a second skin, so saturated with the magic of slc, the love of us. i found warmth in new people- the air in classrooms 504 507 510 was hot and heavy, but i soon became accustomed to it as i floated in and out of them over 4 days, icebreaking, instructing, debriefing, watching. i was the one they knew but not quite properly, the one standing behind laptops surveying action papers' progresses, the one scribing for YCMs, the he-ad-fac.
>OG was crazy with nick kenji kahmun, we were on a high ourselves :D and watching the flour specks shimmy off my shirt as i jumped around, i was stunned by the bubbles of laughter stuck in my throat: how long has it been since i last was so happy?
the universe has no cosmic rule that commands time to slow down once something magical starts, no; it hurtles by instead, pushing days past us in a blur, until we're done catching our breaths and find that all it leaves in its wake are the goodbyes.
>i remember the way we facsqueezed at random times of the day just for the thrill of it(or of course, the announcing of
important events yes), the way we would sit on the giant steps of the concourse together, legs dangling and eyes fixed on the slc banner fluttering in the breeze, fixing a dream onto each square and watch it soar high, high, high
>i will never look at the steps near lt2 quite the same way again, who would, after sitting on them with the rest of us each day after debriefs? nothing in hc looks quite the same to me again, if you ask, because i am so silly to believe that if i walk along corridors of the classroom block and listen hard enough, i will hear the voices of us, of them, shuttersounds and quiet discussions entwined. and i am even sillier to believe that if i ever sit in the high school audi one afternoon again, i might just be able to hear the cheerings of yesterday, the music everyone used, and most importantly, see the faces:fragile as haze, like the form memories always appear in.
impossible, but i still believe anyway.
the perFACt FACulty: forty of us so different as individuals, so seamlessly united as one. thank you, all of you, for all the convos we had/will have, all the crazy moments we shared and everything that we will remember.for letting me grow so much over the four days. for letting me love so hard and be loved. because forgetting is never an option, this fierce passion we have, it'll burn on.
15slc. perFACtion.
<3c'est le ton qui fait la musique.
four nights will quickly dream away the time
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