Tuesday, April 21, 2020
Day 39 still counting….
The house is still this morning. Outside the birds are awake and call to each other. The light shines gently through the trees and a few clouds. The windchime is stationary.
Making some coffee this morning, I noticed how quite and still the house was and it made me imagine what it would be like to wake up to an empty house. Yesterday, was a rough day for me. It wasn’t any one thing so I can’t even explain entirely why. But despite having a rough day, I realized this morning the loss I would feel, if I woke up to an empty house.
Our state will be lifting its Safer at Home Orders at the end of the month, though I think our area may take some more time and our County School system already made the decision to not have students come back. I see change on the horizon, though no one knows what this will look like or what the consequences will be. I’m not sure exactly how I feel, but I’m sure I don’t want things to go back exactly the way they were. I hope, we are different, I hope we have changed. I hope we value the connection with people–even strangers more. I hope we value family more.
For now though, we are all likely to follow our pattern we have developed for nearly 40 days-here alone together. The sun is so beautiful, shining on a world shaded in green tones. The temperature is lovely and the air freshly scented in a way all laundry detergent companies can only envy.
I’m so greatful its Spring, I’m so greatful FOR Spring.
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