When I was in 3rd grade my parents signed me up for swimming lessons at the local YMCA. The lessons terrified me — intimidating instructors, a class full of strangers. My lessons were on a Monday, and my fear and loathing of it made the entire day miserable for me. On several occasions I can recall crying at school, knowing what awaited me at the end of the day. The sight of those paddle boards still brings a chill.
Today is the very same way. Two and a half days of bliss are coming to an end (interesting what constitutes “bliss” when the world around you collapses. It’s all relative, for sure!). And, as we prepare to return for the next round, I hate what tomorrow brings. The shadows return just thinking about it.