One year ago today, my husband and I went for a walk. It was an unseasonably warm day here in New England. In the 60s, if I’m not mistaken. Normally a day like that, after a long cold winter, would fill me with hope, a sense of rebirth, energy, promise, and optimism. But this was a very different March day. A day that was filled with tremendous uncertainty. Little did we know what lay ahead for us, the country, the world. Little did we know the sadness, disbelief, and devastating losses that were to come. Little did we know that a vaccine for the cause of this uncertainty would already be miraculously in my bloodstream doing the work it needs to do, and hopefully soon for my husband.
Today the temperature will be refreshing, but not as warm. We hope to take a walk after school, just as we did one year ago. Maybe we will revisit the same spot. But something is different about today. Today we are indeed filled with the hope and optimism that was missing one year ago. The path ahead of us is still uncertain in some respects, but it is beginning to come into view.
Thanks for wondering and wandering a bit with me today. And many thanks to the crew at Two Writing Teachers, and the extended SOL community, for giving us the time, space, and encouragement to live the writerly life here every Tuesday throughout the year and daily during the month of March.