I haven’t really had to sacrifice much during this weird time. The hardest part so far has been being separated from people outside my immediate family. I haven’t been able to go to the gym on a few cold and rainy days when I typically would have opted out of the outdoor run, and I will be deprived of my beloved beach time in Florida next week. I still drink my favorite coffee and make smoothies in the morning, work from home, and have been able to get the groceries I need and want. What separates me from the many who are truly having to make sacrifices is that I am still getting paid and my loved ones are healthy. I pray things won’t get much worse, but I guess we’ll see. I wonder what stories I’ll be telling in the years to come. Will it be a little worse than it is right now, or will things get significantly weirder and darker as time goes on? Will I truly have to learn the meaning of sacrifice or will I be spared?
You know what we won’t have to sacrifice? Spring. It’s a little disorienting to be in the midst of droves of singing birds and trees frosted in cherry blossoms with a pandemic on your mind. I stopped in front of the cherry tree near the library, the tree I used to have to pluck my kids from on the way from from the playground, and stared at if for a minute. Whatever we may end up having to sacrifice by the time this thing is over, it won’t be spring.
My Corner of the Village 