The Road to Recovery

The rain finally stopped after about 36 hours. At least it did not persist for 40 days and 40 nights. 

The world is a soggy mess right now. The lawn is so wet that I cannot even walk on it. I yearn to get outside and do something--anything.

I am weary of being a COVID refugee. Perhaps the world will begin to open soon. I saw something yesterday on my journey to work that I have not seen in almost one full year--a school bus. 

The big yellow bus was one of the few that were circulating through the neighborhood, much like they used to do, collecting children for school when life was normal. 

Normal--we are living in a world that is inherently not normal anymore. It is something we are striving for, but that so far is eluding our outstretched hands. 

But, even seeing a school bus represents the next step on the road to recovering our lives. 

-- Bob Doan, Elkridge, MD