11/8: a quiet close

...to the school week.  (I have to call it the "school week," because it's now the case that the "work week" never ends.)  A student and I met to talk through a collage project he's been doing since the spring.  It felt good to discuss his pieces in an unrushed way, and undisturbed by general comings and goings around us since we were the only people left in my part of the hall by that time of the day.  The sky outside my windows was dark and close, making it feel even more like we had a temporary special space marked off from the rest of the world for our conversation.