What is more ordinary than walking from classroom to cafeteria for breakfast duty at the start a school day?
But the little moments every day are full of possibility.
I walked out around the back of our school, passing the courtyard between two parts of the building. I heard a cheery whistle. My eyes swept up past the wide circle of branches at the bottom of an evergreen tree to the lone tall branch at the top. A bird perched there like an angel on a Christmas tree- a simple but festive decoration. The bird sang loudly. “Pretty bird, pretty bird,” it seemed to say. I stopped to listen for a moment before walking on. Then I was ready to greet students coming in with a smile. “Pretty kids, pretty kids,” I thought.
What tiny moment has settled in your writer’s heart this week?