Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

Even the morning breeze sigh at the start of a new school year. And what will this year bring, we all wonder to ourselves. Will it bring joy, will it bring growth, will it bring anything trivial like the ease of morning breeze or anything sweet like a joyful squeeze from hands tiny and full of glee. Either way they are off and we are here. They are going, and we are noting, all the footsteps, all the missteps, all the steps it takes to begin anew as we wait for them to tell us about the bubbles they blew or friends that are new. Keep the start of a new school year.