my eyes! my eyes!

My new job at one of the top schools in the country began yesterday - all seems to be very good. A well oiled machine that runs smoothly. That starts in cold mornings and moves faultlessly through the gears.

However, there may be, if you listen closely, if you close your eyes and let the murmur of overheard conversations wash over you, there may be an unexplainable high pitched noise - yes - there is - and its so faint - yet it is constant. Like slight feedback from a badly wired amp.

The dogs are quiet; the horses stamp and whine; the winds whips up the leaves and I check my watch again and again. What this place is missing is pupils . I hope that perhaps they will silence the drone.

This could all be wrong of course. It could all be my nerves talking. But there is tension here. A television headache. It could be mine. Who knows?

Lapsum ne timeat