Familiar colour scheme

No Monday morning monochromatic depression for you today I'm afraid.
But a blast of the familiar (to me anyway) green seats on the DART line (Dublin Area Rapid-ish Transit).
It is with a surprising spring in our respective steps that Luca and I headed for our early commute to da nort soide, to the school that he loves and where he belongs.
After the unmitigated disaster of his short stay in the Harold Lloyd School. It is time to head back to a place where he is fully accepted, and integrated, and where special needs education is more than an empty formula and a roster of support teachers to be filled.
So back on the DART this morning, and the schizoid journey across a city of two halves. Neither a southsider nor a northsider, I am happily sitting on the fence and observing the two sides with a mixture of awe, amusement and irritation.
I will miss the homeschooling sessions of the last two months (minus the Christmas break of course, I am not a monster).
It was good to see you back in your old school Luca. Among your peers.
With no knot in the pit of your stomach.
You're back on track, boy. And so is Dad. Back on the DART tracks, camera and book in hand.