Friday, July 30, 2010

Poetry is written about sights like this

Right outside my bedroom window there are about a hundred or so dragonflies buzzing around, just doing their thing. As they fly about, their wings are reflecting the rays of the slowly descending sun, casting brilliant golden hues in all directions. It's quite an impressive sight, albeit a bit blinding. I'm finding it very hard to lesson plan with such a spectacle going on.

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