Just put some words on to the blank screen.
But the words haven't been there.
I really and truly planned on filling up my blog with words about teaching, my students, retirement.
The words aren't there. At times, I feel bereft. Empty. I don't know who I am.
Oh. I hide it. I laugh. I joke. I play.
But just underneath the surface,
Tears form, unwanted, at the oddest times, and I think of the kids I will miss.