It’s been 3 years since our world seemed to shift a little off its axis. In one of the more incredible and blessed traits of the adaptable human brain, now in hindsight those early months seem to have lost some of their intense flavor of surreality, desperation, and confusion (at least for me). However, when I re-read my journal entries or watch videos/read stories from that time, I remember well. My memories now feel like Time took some fine grit sandpaper to them, the impressions slightly smoother than I know they actually were experienced then.
My partner captured the photo above on one of those surreal late March 2020 days when the city was newly shut down and eerily quiet. We found joy that day in the way the light was reflecting off of the trippy purple MoPOP wall.
I remember the quietude brought on by the lack of traffic and tourists… and the sudden awareness of so much birdsong in our very urban neighborhood. There it was, an early recognition for me: for the birds and most other non-human species, our global pandemic was not an emergency. Indeed, quite the opposite.
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