Well, now that Tung Ling's over.
Maybe its the
quiet sounds past the blue gate,
or the greetings from ps. Daniel in the Lunch room,
or the jump I always make above the plants,
or the sounds that Lael makes with the guitar,
or sometimes the sounds Nic makes with whatever instrument,
I go in and greet James or Samuel.
I feel that blue carpet under my shoes,
I greet Sis Val,
I place my bag on my seat,
I go to my instrument
we pray together,
or sing if it comes to that,
we play together,
or I lead, there was once,
we eat together,
or I didn't, there was once.
Boy it was fun yippee