The Long Highway Pt. 35 - Sex Stories

The Long Highway Pt. 35

... many coats. For a moment, you can imagine a Greek isle, though I've never been on one. The light- between afternoon and evening- is painted on that white surface I look at idly while thinking of things beyond these moments. Of course. As we all do. Pale, almost violet light.

Last night I told Akemi about the start of the new semester, which somehow had made an impression on me, though it wasn't especially different from others.

I went in a day early to prepare materials for classes, which is hard work, stressful, but also invigorating. Looking forward to leading students through the long weeks.. it's a project, a challenge, and not just one. Like my colleagues, I teach several groups at the same time, juggling a lot. Fresh from the break between semesters, I saw my work was pretty great in some ways, creative, even exhilarating.

I stayed only for the morning to get the first week ready, gave myself the afternoon off to be fresh for the start the next day. On the way home, I ran into some students I knew who were coming from the train station to register or take care of some other business at the college. They greeted me with genuine warmth, which I felt for them in return. They come from parts of the world where teachers are viewed with affection, gratitude.

Talking to the group, who seemed to gain a sense of solidarity with each other from the response to me they shared, I saw again how good my job is, rough as it can be. Just from our good eye contact there, outside the train station, I felt again how good people are, tough as they can be.

And it was good being home with Akemi later, good in bed of course- how open, free, unique, also funny she is- but not only there. She too is a former student but needless to say very different in my life from any other. It was good talking to her about my work and listening to her talk about hers, her painting. I saw, not that I needed reminding, how good our life together is.