Coming out of a store this afternoon, I happened to look up at the sky, and for some reason it appeared totally remarkable to me with its curling set of multicolored clouds. I think I even paused in the parking lot to take it all in – a September sky that seemed like none other I’d ever seen. On other days I might have passed under it with scarcely a notice, but today there was something arresting about it, this strange assemblage of gray and windy billows above me. As I was driving home, I thought about meeting my students for English class tomorrow, and whether I might pause at some point to take in the remarkable nature of all of them, these teenagers who could tell the world a few things about living life with gusto and a great amount of goodness. I’m as privileged to be their teacher as I was to be present beneath that extraordinary sky this afternoon, and, as I did today outside the store, I need to occasionally pause among the students and be grateful for my good fortune.