Sometimes I just walk around in our home/school/studio/behemoth to reconnect.
Close your eyes and you might feel the energy of 100 students walking these halls. Open your eyes and see the stained tile grout, three to four feet from the floor, where all those hands tracing along the walls left their marks over the last 50 years. Imagine that hustle and bustle in the cafeteria kitchen. Feel the imaginary heat that energized all the classrooms, the gym, that main north front entrance, those spaces now heatless as the winter chill infiltrates through all the not-very-efficient windows and doors, the boiler 12 years dead by now.
