It’s been here for some time, we are beginning to discover. The testing is so far behind we have no idea what the scope of this thing encompasses. I remember the numbers on the daily ticker… when they were much smaller. How long does this go on for? What a frustrating apocalypse this is.
My transition has been smoother than most, but still a dramatic deviation from the well-established norms. I don’t know what lies ahead, but my first guess about the scope and scale of the pandemic was pretty right on.
I hope we do not reach 60% infected. I hope it stays where it is… around 3%. Does it just keep getting worse, further stuffing us into our little security compartments? I already hate the way we are surviving this and I’m surely going to hate it more when there are fewer things for us to do.
I hope you all get through this with no COVID-19.
The river has stopped flowing. Sunny days sap the ground of its moisture, leaving a parched and blighted waste.
Remembering the kiss of rain on sand; the fragrance of dampened dust.
When the twilight comes and the warmth of day is gone, then, alone in the cold of night.
Deeply breathe in the stale air of the abandoned place.
The dust of transition is beginning to settle in a very literal sense. I have moved, past tense. The purge of stress is complete and I am riding the wave of accomplishment.
My ablative self has come back to Earth. The crater smolders and yet there is regrowth. New plants are forming all the time. Little yellow flowers blooming.
What to do? Settle in and survive the virus. Priority one.
Priority two: get K to CA
Next is yet to be.
Even in the midst of devastation, there are morsels of undiminished goodness in there too. I am feeling recognized, appreciated and gratified. By melting off my exterior sadness, I have opened the way for something new. The light of possibility shines again!
I did not like being discarded, but it is refreshing to be found once more.
I know why, yes. But now I don’t have to fret over my status but rejoice in the change of it.