In the kindergarten classroom, everything smells of crayons and tempera crayons, and on the wall there are hangers with big names on them. At recess, the chanting sounds everywhere, but Maria’s has been different for the past two weeks.
It was the change of classes at the high school. Lockers opened and closed like accordions
Every day in the first weeks in another country, the classroom smells of machine coffee and books fresh from the plastic
It was recess in the playground of a neighborhood school. The ground had the prints of many, many sneakers and the adults watched from afar, but it seemed
It’s Sunday afternoon. The living room smells of home cooking and the same old sofa