No one invites tragedy, I’m thinking as I stand in the new-new garden, looking at the sun rising over the quiet city. Or not so quiet. It’s becoming a bird-city. Less contrails in the air and less traffic noise gives me pause to watch a flight of thirty-odd swans arrowing the sky.

And I’m wondering about these crisis points as times when the World (meaning; life, time, history, everything bigger than us), becomes strangely unavoidable. Even when we are so removed from each other, we cannot ignore the larger, and more fundamental realities beyond our job; our habits; our personal aspirations now.

What it means to have a friend, or someone there for you when you may be feeling hungry, sick, or alone.

What it means to have fresh air on our faces.

What this experience must be like for all the rest of life beyond my isolation.

Dolphins returning to Venician canals.

 

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