It unfurls. The silent action, somehow picks up a sound, air meets texture. It unwinds, unrolls, expands. A simple gesture, the a flick of the wrist, and a pattern emerges, bounded in a sort of wizardry. A conjuring of concepts and meaning occurs. A flash of conclusion: reachable when perception and conception, merge. When the fabric of learning, stretches the imagination, causing a moment of unsettling, as what students, thought they knew, comes into question. The colors, once blended in a patchwork, brighten and distinguish themselves.
Now a distinct, template of prior knowledge, heightened with allurement and enchantment. An unheard incantation, drawing them in. They have known of such fascination before, they lean in to it, as if gazing into a crystal ball. The din rises, as their expectation magnifies. No longer are their chairs a seat, resting spots. They become a launching pad. Bodies slowly rise, looking around, for the gaze of another mesmerized soul. Inch by inch, they creep towards the turbulence. Once smooth air, has become whirls and swirls of energy, transferred, through an almost organic flow. Rising and falling like the fog on a cold, winter morning.
Abracadabra....and the fun begins. Welcome to Friday.
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