And then, the quiet.

The term schedule here is so different from the semester schedule at home that we're on break now, until May. I have spent my first few days unfurling a little: a bus jaunt to a nearby shingle beach in the sun on Friday; a train jaunt to London to meet a student's parents on Saturday; a mind jaunt into more than a handful of books on each of those days and the others till now. Tomorrow, essay-marking beckons. But tonight will be one more good, long sleep. These days, I awake with the sun on my face.