Locker doors half open, a soda lodged in a cubby, prints hanging out of the dryer.
I walk up the cement risers by the library. I never go over there because that’s where all the students smoke pot. It’s best not to see that before they walk into your classroom. But I walk all the way to the top of the steps, look out across the skyline, and then back at the school. Sun blares on the sharp, cement corners. The tower stands tall surveying the empty scene.
Photography by John Wilson White. Special thanks to Tap Plastics.