Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,
That on a wild secluded scene impress
Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect
The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
It's 6:43 on a Saturday morning. I have been up since 2am, banging around on the computer, sorting out ideas, getting lost on the internet, reading student blogs and mulling over learning goals and success criteria. The wind has been howling all night and now I hear my children, O. and O., starting to talk to each other. They are in bunk beds now and like to chatter to each other before they go to sleep and when they wake up. I expect footsteps any minute.
I was going to write on learning goals but then I went back to the poem I want to have running through this blog and went off in a different direction.