I went about my business today, running superfluous errands like getting a hair cut and picking up broken lap top, shiny and resurrected, boring stuff really, but I couldn’t shake the feeling, in the oppressive humidity of low clouds on a hot summer day, the feeling that everything was utterly new.
I no longer have long, sun-lightened hair hanging over my eyes. The keyboard is clean. Sanitary handling hands. They clean their fingernails often in the sink with running water.
Moving forward in awkward advances. The mind recoils in horror. Pressure and anxiety peak. Flush it out, the inner voice whispers. We’ll survive this.