Sometimes I write posts about how lucky I am that Harry Potter changed my life, and how magical it is, and how on September 1st, I always feel a sense of nostalgia/excitement/joy. This year I wrote something a little different.
Through the wall
burst of chatter
excitement
steam billowing
clock is ticking
strikes eleven
train is ready to depart
it’s time to go
time to go home
back to school
goodbye muggle world
hello magic castle
disappearing steps
and shrinking doorways
never ending feasts
flying in the air
trips to hogsmeade
and lots of butterbeer
stay up all night
sneak around
dungeon detentions
and lazing by the lake.
It’s time to depart –
time to get ready
because it’s time
to go back.
