There was this time in the early 90s when I felt the world was full of potential, especially in autumn when the air was so cool and crisp. That potential tends to hang at times now, lurking, almost beckoning - a promise, so right and fertile. The idea of being a teacher in a small town with crisp autumn air, harvest festivals and apple cider -there are just so many images, smells and sounds that bring me back to that potential, to the person I was and to a promise but I haven't felt in a really long time. It is so crazy how that promise of something new is so fleeting. I have often wrote about the promise of something new as being the most wonderful gift any of us can have. Driving to work this morning, it was drizzling; and it was cool outside. Somehow, the whisper of that promise seeped through the dampness; and I am pulled backward in time to a place where my heart and mind were full of potential and promise. Forcing all the current worries as...
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