After the Storm (Down By the River Again)
The river has been calling me.

The river has been calling me.

I have been walking earlier and earlier to be with those seeking communal isolation and not with those who simply have not yet managed to grasp that the severity of the situation also applies to them. This morning I was called to go to Congressional Cemetery and walk among the markers and spirits of the dead. I found it sparkling with light and new life.

Though it was cold and windy, and I had lots of indoor things to do, I bundled up and went for a decent walk.
