I wear a homemade mask. As I walk, the mask feels hot, and I long to breathe the fresh air, the way we did before March. I look around for a window of no humans, so I can inhale and exhale, unencumbered - even if just for a moment. I pause in the new reality and accept the strangeness. It is in the uncomfortable moments that we learn the most.
Wandering through an open field, redwoods surround. I admire their proud stance. I follow the connecting road and attempt making friends with a crow. I think about the fox that visited the backyard, three times now, and wonder when he will return. I pretend I am a butterfly.
Wandering through an open field, redwoods surround. I admire their proud stance. I follow the connecting road and attempt making friends with a crow. I think about the fox that visited the backyard, three times now, and wonder when he will return. I pretend I am a butterfly.
