We sit in our family rooms, our bedrooms, the kitchen wondering when this cloud will be lifted…
Tomorrow, no doubt, one day in the future – holding our breath along the way. Not for fear of spreading, but for fear that if we exhale we will somehow be stuck here. Here in this swale.
Such uncertainty brings thoughts that bounce around in our heads. For the majority of us, if not every single one of us, we have been here before. Oh, it may have looked a little differently, but think about all lemons that were thrown at us without our consent.
We will do what we always do, reinvent our lives.
Our future selves will never forget the impact this virus has had on society. The biggest change is the loss of so many beautiful lives. Lives lost without loved ones closely by to hold their hand and give them comfort.
One day soon the cloud will disappear and maybe we will move a little slower. Maybe we will never forget a neighbor that went out of their way to check up on us. Perhaps we will never take for granted the simple human touch of a handshake upon meeting someone new. Getting a haircut, waiting at the deli counter, or grabbing a bite to eat with friends will all have new meaning.
And maybe we will be grateful for every kindness that was given to us while we were in the swale.