Twenty-four eager faces wait for their moment under the arch.
So many days have passed.
Once-new backpacks now smudged with dirt and experience.
Tennis shoes begin to fall apart under the demand of miles run on the playground.
Their eyes, once filled with a tiny bit of fear at the unknown of School, now glisten with the glint of experience.
They own this.
They are graduating.
And Kindergarten is over.
The faintest hint of rainbow graces the sky, as Micah looks forward to his future.
(The immediate future that is, which is Summer Vacation.)