Standing on the platform this morning, a chill spiking the air, I am greeting the students as they disembark their buses. Some smiling, a few sullen, but most can’t get to school fast enough. They have lots to share.
The bus driver is holding something as he climbs down the steps. I am thinking a student left something behind. But no, he too has something to share. He shows me the photograph in his hand.
“I shot this,” he says. “Oh my gosh!” I reply.
It’s a snowy owl; eyes wide open and perched on a branch at that orangey time of dusk.
“Where did you find him?” I ask. “Jones Beach, West End 2,” says the photographer bus driver.
It was a beautiful shot-a gorgeous owl. We chatted about the behavior of these magnificent birds and how lucky he was to be at the right moment to spot this one and to capture that perfect picture.
It got me thinking not just about owls. But about how we are all so connected in school. From the kids to the teachers to the drivers of our buses; we all have something to share. And what makes us all so truly lucky is that at school, there is always someone to share our stories with.