Sand in my Shoes

9.17 am

I won my first case as a lawyer last week. My first case as a law student, at any rate. Our client was granted asylum on Wednesday afternoon, at 1.47 pm. It's a rather heady feeling. Hours of interviews, draft after draft of her declaration revised and revisited, and it all worked out exactly right. I can see why people would pursue litigation. It must be quite the adrenaline rush, those tense moments between when the jury files in and when the verdict is delivered. It's things like this which remind me that law school is worth getting through, that it's not all about casebooks and class ranking.

9.21 am

Spring break, and the boy and I are off to the ocean for a few days. A nice leisurely drive along Highway 1 and then a cottage by the sea. I'm looking forward to watching the ocean pound and crash outside the car window. Looking forward to feeling sand in between my toes again, hot almost to the point of burning. We're bringing his kites, and I'm looking forward to seeing him silhouetted against the sky, his hands tugging at the strings and the kites struggling to take off, to rip right out off his grip and off into a sky of endless possibilities.