Weird. Was it a dream? Did I imagine that, just a few short weeks ago, the deserted sidewalks and streets of my neighborhood had become full with entire families out walking, albeit still distancing themselves from folks with whom they’d been living through what were house arrests?
Before that, the streets were deserted. Few pedestrians, and those wore masks. Outside. Alone. In the fresh air. I even saw someone who had their pet masked up. Not funny for the dog, I’m sure. And there had been little traffic, because workers had told to work from home or, if they couldn’t, that they had no jobs. Again, of those who were driving, too many, alone in their cars, were masked-up.
Today, there are a few folks out walking, mostly those walking dogs. Where have the rest gone? Help Wanted signs abound. Especially at Every. Single. Restaurant. So they can’t all be working. In my pretty considerable sea of acquaintances, only two people have died, neither of anything even remotely related to “the virus.” So “We’re all gonna die” isn’t what happened.
Okay. School has (sort of) begun again, but surely that can’t account for the emptiness. One would think that having had to be online for everything would soured the kids on that avenue of “recreation.”
Weird, like I said. Reminiscent of The Twilight Zone or The Outer Limits.
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