Like the color when the spring is born There'll be crocuses to bring to school tomorrow Just a little green
I’ve always loved that Joni Mitchell song. I haven’t seen any crocuses yet, but I have seen little hints of the change of seasons. The trees and shrubs are starting to plump, to fill with the energy they’ll need to burst any minute into new leaves and flowers. The light in the morning has more … glitter somehow. And this not-at-all-young woman’s fancy turns to thoughts of being more out in the world.
I’ll get my second Moderna shot soon, and I am thinking of what that will mean, of how I want to add small bits of socializing back into my schedule. Small. Nothing extreme. Just enough for me to feel less like a prisoner. Enough for me to start remembering what it’s like to not look with disdainful suspicion at every person who stands closer than six feet.
I’m looking forward to feeling like I live here, instead of feeling like I’m holed up here.
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