Spring Break

The very idea of it seems far-fetched. It is too early for spring, too early for a break. But break time is is, at least for the student part of my life. 

There was no class Tuesday evening, though I prepared for it anyway since my break, which starts today, will get me home just in time for Tuesday class next week. 

Because as it turns out, I am taking a "spring break," though one I wish I wasn't. I'm heading out today to Kentucky for my cousin's memorial service: a talented man gone far too soon. 

The trip will have its share of sadness, then, but also its share of joy, visiting with family I don't often see. A break in many senses of that word: a road trip, a respite, a departure from the ordinary.