Gottenburg

Tuesday July 23^rd, 2013

The wind is blowing strong today

I feel the play structure shift slightly beneath my body

As I walk I peel pieces of my orange peel and toss it aside

One would think I was littering or leaving a trail of bread crumbs so I can find my way home

But alas there is no other option

Home

As I take each step I wonder about what I’ll miss here

I pass by a mother with a wheelbarrow of water jugs and her child beside them

He waves at me as he keeps being pushed along

I pass by children carrying wheelbarrows with water jugs

I think of how heavy they are

Then think of spoiled American children

Even my self

The times I just assumed that my mom would do it

I want my children to be like these children

Helping out

Playing roles

Doing things together as a family unit

A team

The same old man waves at me

His delayed wave

As juice drips onto my feet

My hair is long

My eyebrows are grown in

Happy Birthday rings from afar as the locals sing happy birthday to one of my students

The breeze is beautiful 

Perfect

I never want it to end