Social Isolation: Day 32
We did everything right today, washed clothes, mopped floors, changed the sheets, baked cookies, listened to the governor be logical and human. We even took a long walk by Tonawanda Creek. I know by now the pink peeled trees are river birches, and that the red-winged blackbird in its branches chirrups to himself. I know the creek isn’t really flowing backwards, but the cold wind pushing at its surface makes it seem as though it’s heading back to source. We walk until we see the castle on the island dog park, then turn around. It isn’t a real castle, just WPA built, like most things here, of spirit-lifting stone. Some of the people passed wore masks, as we did, some did not. But we were all outside, doing what we could, and we found a way through all the swaddling and defiance to say hello. S. Robbins, April 18, 2020
Sherry Robbins 