May 15, 2020 – Day 54 of Quarantine
Lasting warmth from the sun lingering into the evening hours. Windows wide open with a welcoming breeze blowing in along with bits and pieces of conversations on the street below and the smoky smell of a barbeque firing up for dinner. Summer weather in late spring, reminiscent of a time not long ago when children could be seen and heard riding bikes and scooters up and down the sidewalks without a care in the world, parents lazily tagging along half a block behind. People sitting on front stoops watching the neighborhood transition from afternoon to evening while pondering dinner plans. There is a different noise and energy these days – a heavy, solitary quiet. We wonder. We wait. We grow impatient. We do the best we can, wearily dragging ourselves into the days that blend together forming weeks we lose track of now that all familiar markers have been moved. Only the birds are carefree these days.
Song I’m listening to today: