April 14, 2020
Of course, this virus is insidious. And deadly. And causing terrible damage in many different ways.
But this afternoon, I sat on my neighbor’s driveway because no one’s driving anywhere. She stood, because she felt like it.
The sky was the kind of blue that a child snatches out of a crayon box when she wants to color in the sky.
The sun shone overhead, turning the greens emerald and the pinks rosy and the purples royal.
It wasn’t too hot, but also, not cold at all.
“It’s so beautiful out,” my neighbor said. “How can there be a pandemic?”
But of course there’s a pandemic. Otherwise, I could never have been so relaxed.
I shrugged, and leaned back, and smiled up at her.