How will it be, when we’re finally let out of our cage…when every business reopens, and we can all go back to work.
Will life ever be casual again?
It’s interesting, the things I miss.
The Gap for starters. To be able to browse in sailor shirts and hoodies, grabbing a pair’a socks as I go, lost in a khaki and denim dream.
Barnes and Noble’s magazine rack where you can buy coffee at their Starbuck’s cafe, perusing Vogue and Harpers, cozy at one of the little tables.
Being able to go to Whole Foods without a flight plan. To just walk in to pick up a few things, unlike now, the trip so harrowing, you shop for two weeks so they’ll be no reason to have to go back.
Talking to my neighbors, unmasked, unarmed, unafraid of meeting me in the hallway. Even to see Patrick, the Cat, who too like his master, may be wearing gloves and a mask yet still unwilling to come out.
The small and insignificant that one never thought of, never worried would be no more, are suddenly so urgent…my heart humbled, to even see the sunrise, afraid, that any minute that too will be taken away.
It’s so reminiscent of September 11th, thinking the sound of bagpipes would never end.
But you know what?