How Long Is A Kodachi

The path

Just before the Saints leave, I was visiting the school to see my colleagues and make some dictionaries cluttering my cabinets: they make it more useful to students in class.
addition to this special time of day holiday on Friday afternoon is generally a quiet time without the supervision of the other afternoons, we had also chosen some time to share a cake between us. Probably the only time we could find, the school had never anticipated the need for team meeting, we did an informal and friendly way.

So here I find this road so often traveled. Station in my village, connections and these stairs, the corridors, these docks so often surveyed the small train station is 10 minutes from the school and walked the rest ... as usual!
I found lots of memories, these small streets of a wealthy neighborhood and Circular Avenue which borders the park area of the Observatory, this beautiful avenue that I could see in all its forms: as rain in the night, at dawn or sun depending on the season already. I have so often crossed themselves joggers, the same student who turned a cross street by lighting his cigarette with a few cats, horrible memory, was crushed before my eyes, another victim of the road: a fox crashed in the middle of the avenue, but also much lighter, the memory of squirrels gravity is playing and running on the trunks of trees as easily as the branches and leaping nimbly from one tree to another. At the end of winter, the hammering of the woodpecker that resonates deep within the park.
I have felt the smell of humus, fungi, plants unidentified or identified as the characteristic wild garlic.
I saw beautiful skies, the Moon in all its aspects, grand theft herons ...
Thus, the road work can conceal real gifts that inform, if not the day, at least the first few hours.
The best memory is a bit: the astronomers predicted a rain of asteroids on a particular date but as a rain - they said - that time was proportional to the "night of stars" like a firework compared a firefly. When I got up the day before my gaze falls upon a shooting star and then another and another. It was fantastic, I had never seen so many! After my shower, it was always the party up there ... I take the way to school, it continues. Astronomers had been mistaken for one day and I am privileged to have benefited from the event. No colleague had noticed nothing. The next day, the official date, there was nothing to see.

I seldom able to share these pleasures. First, because I did this trip alone and then because my colleagues do not seem to share the same path as me or the same sky.
No herons in their world or wild garlic or crescent moon, no woodpecker, no squirrel, no stars. Well, believe me or not, but I prefer my world to theirs!


The three photos were taken Avenue Flyer:

• bench annually invaded by weeds;
• Sunrise Avenue;
• fungus attacking a tree. This last struck a year and a half after the house where he was eaten at the base by fungi

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