Ash falls from the sky at random moments to remind you the past is never truly gone. Even burnt it will find its way back to you.
Your new post mates are settling in just as you wrap up your first Grass Roots Soccer. You painted a water pump with the GRS students and almost pulled your hair out, but survived.
The principal might have turned against you but you try to brush it off.
There are days where you are as high as the ash in the sky, then you fall down and dissolve. The fire of teaching is both rejuvenating and destructive.
You are about to leave for training and am excited to see your friends.
Even though teaching is like the fire you find you are too. Burning on past memories and creating new ones out of the sky.