Social Isolation: Day 18
This sun today scrubs dread from everything. Once we are out and circling the big park meadow I believe in spring. Sharp yellow green of willows swaying over water, the wren, the cardinal singing evensong, children running toward the moon lit like a cookie in the eastern sky. Only the please on their parents’ faces reminds us where we are. S. Robbins, April 4, 2020
Sherry Robbins 