that second year

Tonight was our second football game. Football pep band is wicked. Our sound is huge but it disappears into the open night sky like a spooked barred owl. On top of that, it was in the low 40’s! You could practically follow streams of breath shooting from each horn. Sometimes I stand with my back against the chainlink fence and look back at the band under stadium lights. My eyes glance over each member and I think about how lucky we all are to know one another. I am blessed to play and teach music- to spend each and every day in sheer celebration. More than anything else, I hope that each of them find a life where they are surrounded by good people, doing what they really love. 

Ah, the second year. ​