After three days in paradise, returning to the stink of the city and the daily grind is depressing. It is a hard feeling to shake.
What makes it harder this year is the uncertainty. Because of Covid-19 there are no guarantees when we’ll be able to go back.
For three days, Covid was so far from our minds. No masks required when you’re isolated by yourselves in the woods. The only time I remembered Covid, it was too late. A neighbour was having car trouble and needed a lift to where he left his car on the highway. Without hesitation I told him to jump in and I drove him to his vehicle. Only on the way back did I remember Covid, and that we were not wearing masks in the car.
When I’m there in paradise, I’m up at the crack of dawn with a coffee in my hand, listening to the symphony of the forest.
When I’m back home, I can’t get up without hitting the snooze button a few times. The roar of traffic can be heard from the highway.
I hope you all are making the best of this summer as possible.