The fog came in during the night. I go outside and water, commune with plants and trees. Cicero wrote that “If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.”
I have both and yet I read the news and weep.
I had a medical appointment yesterday and was by the bay at low tide. I thought that’s where we are right now, low tide. Normally the area is bustling with people and there’s no place to park. Yesterday was eerily empty. I wore my mask, sanitized my hands, and my temperature was taken: normal.
That’s good and yet nothing feels normal these days.