This morning we woke to the sound of waves breaking and a ship droning in the distance. It left a streak of fumes across the horizon as it found its place in the queue to a closed port.
It felt as if, as the ship stopped, a pause had been pressed on everything today. Until the swallows started to swoop into the same view. They are back while the iron birds are gone.
Things will start up again, some day soon. Perhaps not as soon as we’d like. But I’m hoping to take this time to reimagine how this life can be lived.