Storms race across the map, washing away a summer heat wave in September. We settle into the work at hand. Essays, lots and lots of essays to grade. The beginning of a school year starts to feel like a Sisyphean task–rolling the boulder once again to the top. We get there; students prosper. But the boulder looks daunting. Like painters along the side of a tall building, the cracks in the walls taunting them in their work.
Sutter and Mason Streets, San Francisco