The flamboyant trees have turned a vivid red, and the cicadas have begun to sing, marking the seasonal transition and evoking the wistfulness of June. These days, Dewey is immersed in the colors of memory.
The soft patter of early summer rain gently permeates the quiet atmosphere. Through the rain-speckled window, Dewey appears dreamy, painted in muted tones. Benches lie still under the deep green foliage, seemingly waiting and longing for the lively chatter of the young students. The schoolyard, usually bustling, now lies silent and still, as if yearning for the joyful footsteps of students during recess. The classrooms, once lively, have also become unusually quiet. The neatly arranged desks and chairs feel empty, the whiteboard still bears traces of writing, but lacks the teacher’s voice and the cheerful chatter of students.
The usual lively sounds at Dewey have given way to a contemplative silence. Everything seems to be in a summer dream, awaiting the return of the TDSers to awaken it, bringing back vitality and energy for a new school year full of joy.
