As I left the school yesterday at dusk, I was reminded of the shift in season and all that brings for our children and families. The air was crisp and the sky that deep blue that only comes when there are no clouds in the sky and fall moves into winter. It wasn’t late, but the light was already slipping away. A month ago, I sent you a letter speaking about the onset of this season, how we as a school live in gratitude and how the children were actively embodying shared values of kindness and community. Even the youngest among us show what connection means to them. When a child in Jitterbug was missing her mother, another came up and patted her shoulder, offering her own transitional object to help ease the sad feelings. By the time I left the room, the two were sitting at snack and having a silly conversation over veggie sticks.