Summer’s almost here, but I’m not going anywhere. I could — the stay-at-home order in my state is lifted. Still, I won’t be spending much time outside. This is my time of year to hibernate — from the humidity, the seemingly everlasting sun, and the bugs who think I’m their dawn or dusk snack. I’m a summer recluse by choice. In the time of changes brought by COVID-19, it’s nice that some things have remained the same. If I do go out, which won’t be often, I’ll wear a mask and make sure to keep my distance from others, as one does. (It’s the least we can do, and I’m almost used to it now.)
When 2020 began, people joked about clear vision. We had no idea the clarity that would emerge. I hope we do what we can in each present moment, for the rest of this year — heeding the science and dealing honestly, urgently, with COVID-19 at the same time not just empathizing with but finally truly answering the long-standing cries of injustice.
I’d hate to see 2021 become a year focused on the lessons of hindsight.