The moon and I

Thank you for your good words. I am ok, but worried about the people I love. There's no explaining an act like this, no words, I have spent the last day focusing on what is important and avoiding the noise that an event like that brings (noise as in all the people who take a sick pleasure in other people's grief, for instance).

Tonight, more teaching. I haven't been the most efficient or motivated person this week, but I'll still do my best. I'm just hoping there won't be more tears as I am giving back an exam.

This was a light installation on the facade of the college. No idea why, or exactly what it was. After what looked like the moon, there were images from a Forrest. It just fit well with my mood, the softness of this light hand on what is either a moon or a pregnant belly. Or a balloon. Who knows!