Class on a Friday afternoon.

In class on a Friday afternoon. We are listening to Dido’s ‘White Flag’ as a listening exercise on word linking.

This is a beautiful moment.

Light strolling in through windows. Beautiful and filtered to just the right level of whitish yellow to give the shadows behind noses, cheekbones, desks a wonderful depth. Concentration is in the air, on students’ faces. Heads bob to the slow pulsating beat. Time passes in discrete, gentle, slow-motion moments. Smiles flicker on faces looking down, passing from mouth to mouth around the room. Depth and clarity accentuated by the students’ silence. Fans blow hair across cheeks and rustle bangs on foreheads. Relaxation. Life is bobbing along, bobbing to the beat and flowing fluidly through the air connecting object to subject. Lyrics flutter lips only for a moment, then pass on across the room, flowing around to create a dance of softly choreographed parting lips, melody flowing silently. Peace. The air, the people, the light, groovin’. All groovin’ up slowly. Not in a cheesy way. In a way that flows and connects everything in the room to pulsate softly in time.

What an incredible moment it was. So real. So potent. I just sat, looking from face to face, taking in the music and the light, feeling the atmosphere and consciousness of the classroom. Just beautiful.

Mark.