Social Isolation: Day 63
Warm air seeps up from the south into our isolation. I want to stay like this. How many friends have said they want to stay like this, still, open to the little variations in light, in bird song, pollen drift, in humans with their uncut hair, sleeping later, sleeping less, their dreams? How many have said they are remembering the work they have to do— so much more vital than the kind that earned a paycheck? When normal calls us back again, how many in unguarded moments will wear the look of astronauts, grave, present, but always homesick for the long view and for weightlessness. Sherry Robbins, May 20, 2020
Sherry Robbins 
Ahhhhh…moves me
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