Those trucks.

A tentative hope for next Summer

Friends, this isolation has gone on for so long, and my emotional survival strategy has been to just stay in the day I am in; cook the day’s meals, write the day’s things, take the day’s walk, make the day’s call to a friend, take the day’s meetings and try like hell to not think too much about the past or the future.

But this week, as trucks left ware…