I find myself this week in need of some good news. Things feel heavy, with the shootings in Boulder and Atlanta, and we are out of town and that put me out of sorts, sort of. We’re on a “working vacation” for a month — we’re at the halfway point — and I’m a little homesick, I guess. Things are great here, we have no complaints, but what can I say? I miss the cherry blossoms that I know are blooming outside our front door and my bed and the view out the window at my writing desk. Not to mention some of the space that a larger house affords an introvert in a pandemic.
Enter: Humans of New York. This series (12 parts) made me so happy by the end, I was close to tears.
And: ^ that view, taken on a walk this week.
There are beautiful things in the world, if I put myself in their path. Even if I am far away from home at the moment.
I posted this over on Medium this week. I originally worked on it just before the pandemic but returned to and revised it this week. It’s the second in my series of “American Alphabets.” To check out the first alphabet, click here.