The Day Was About to Break

Around the circle, my friends were folding up their paperstucking journals into pockets and sipping coffee from travel mugs. Some one else crumpled their page into a ball and tossed it as if sinking a basket on the court, into the flame. One of my friends had folded his paper into an airplane, and he sent it sa ling into the fire. It made us all laugh and broke the serious feeling into something more manageable. I tucked my feathered pen into the book and closed it back up.