Social Distancing At Its Best

The air is fresh and crisp with the noon sun shining directly down but not burning because it is working in tandem with the cool wind. Milky clouds dot the azure sky in the horizon. The water's mini waves lap gently against jagged rocks. Couples sit and walk over boulders where I imagine was once a beach.  How beautiful everything is. The greenery’s almost lush and flowers make their entrances. The daffodils list their heads, their end is near. The birds chirp and flit from tree to tree, some with naked branches whose time to flourish has not yet come.  Some people wear masks but most don’t, staying yards away from each other. There are invisible lines of demarcation all around. Children play catch, running wild, yet not violate the boundaries.  There is a family picnicking. And life goes on as usual. Or you feel that way in this idyllic setting. 

Davenport Park, New Rochelle, 4/19/2020

After surviving COVID-19, I started to write, giving birth to The Corona Chronicles, my daily thoughts and musings.  I find writing therapeutic. It's my personal journey through COVID-19.  It will give insight into the suffering, but also the goodness of people.  Heather's Dawning is made up of my first (Heather) and pet (Dawn) names. It's my awakening.  Covid-19 may have knocked me down, but it also awakened my creativity.