Heath supposed he was ready to get back to teaching. His mom had done her best to pack him to the gills with food, clothes and other comforts. Just as Nick had kept the positive reinforcements of what they'd do in the coming months.
"I am coming to see you," Nick said so brightly. Heath loved and hated the idea all at the same time.
"Well, just keep your studies up, and I hope the job works out." He hated these good-byes, but he knew they had to be. He tried not to think about Andrew, being sick. He had to be hopeful that he'd pull out of it, somehow. At least, Andrew really hadn't wanted a thing from him. It was a plan to keep in touch, at least through Wyona who was there for him like family. Then there was the optomism of her having the baby on the way. Andrew seemed excited about that. Yes, they'd just have to smile and hope for the best.
It was such a long road back. The snow still scattered about over the landscape. It was interesting how there would be snow. Then there wouldn't be. Heath wondered if he were the only one who noticed these lapses in the landsccape. The sudden changes.
Was life like that too. Not everyone noticed. And those who did, did they notice too much? It wasn't that he could just stop and take in the wonder of it. It was definitely too cold for such hesitances. He had to keep going. There were people who expected him back and suddenly, he started to worry about his classroom. Was it OK? Was it ready for tomorrow?
Suddenly, he felt himself on teacher autopilot. And he started to smile thinking of all the songs he wanted to introduce the show choir too. Like a winding road, there were changes ahead. Always.