Foggy, Week 57 in the Time of Coronavirus

It’s foggy this morning. How apropos for these times. Our minds are foggy. Well, mine is. By the end of any given day I have limited access to names and words. If I want to relax in the evening, I’m challenged to remember one of a number of shows I enjoy watching.

It also seems foggy when we think of moving forward. We are slowly making our way back to a life previously known. I’d love to travel, dine out, enjoy theater. Yet, I am more cautious now, valuing health and safety over social luxuries. Presently, travel consists of walking to Central Park. Though today I moved through the fog to Randall’s Island where I soon got lost. It was a bit of a challenge not being able to find my bearings since distance visibility was obliterated by low clouds.

In general, this morning’s walk is very much how I’m getting through these days in the time of Coronavirus. I can’t see anything in the distance so I’m reliant on what is right in front of me. What’s right in front of me is quite simple. I work. I write. I prepare simple…