We walk around the block and putter in the yard: a sort of group house arrest minus the ankle-bracelets. Yet, we nod to strangers and exchange pleasantries from a distance. A little act which means a lot.
People were always kind, but maybe didn’t find the need to acknowledge those they didn’t know. Now it’s a way of coping. Something small we can all do to wave a middle finger at Covid.
We still travel, though not as far. The shore, the parks, walking trails. We are rediscovering what we always had. Maybe when this is over, we will enjoy these hidden treasures as a peaceful interlude instead of escapism.
Family visits at a distance are now done with the greatest of care and preparation. It has become a pleasant diversion instead of a social obligation. Who knew. Believe it or not, these will eventually become the good old days, to be remembered as a time of national and family unity.
See that? I’m being a cock-eyed optimist. No little thing, but patriotic and even spiritual. Maybe we’ll reach the point where it takes a concerted effort to hate someone, instead of an ingrown tendency to form into like-minded groups. We probably aren’t at that kumbaya moment yet, but we’re getting there. Necessity is the mother of kindness.
People were always kind, but maybe didn’t find the need to acknowledge those they didn’t know. Now it’s a way of coping. Something small we can all do to wave a middle finger at Covid.
We still travel, though not as far. The shore, the parks, walking trails. We are rediscovering what we always had. Maybe when this is over, we will enjoy these hidden treasures as a peaceful interlude instead of escapism.
Family visits at a distance are now done with the greatest of care and preparation. It has become a pleasant diversion instead of a social obligation. Who knew. Believe it or not, these will eventually become the good old days, to be remembered as a time of national and family unity.
See that? I’m being a cock-eyed optimist. No little thing, but patriotic and even spiritual. Maybe we’ll reach the point where it takes a concerted effort to hate someone, instead of an ingrown tendency to form into like-minded groups. We probably aren’t at that kumbaya moment yet, but we’re getting there. Necessity is the mother of kindness.