object of memory

we must return to where it was lost / if we want to find it again

stuck

I got stuck a lot this week.

Stuck outside when I was trying to move my classroom from one room to another and the worst sounding fire alarm in the world went off and I forgot my key card inside.

Stuck on NJT somewhere between Secaucus and Newark Broad for 90 minutes and in an airless, broken-down train before we were “rescued” and pushed back deeper into NJ.

Stuck in general.

I found this leaf while waiting to return to the pretty vacant (fall break) school building. The coloring was so gorgeous. It was a tiny sapling pushing up through two pieces of brick retaining wall.

I guess one might have thought it was stuck, too, but in retrospect, it was more likely reaching toward survival.

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