The sun is beaming brilliantly into the windows. Birds are bathing atop the pool cover. The lilacs are in full glorious bloom, the day lilies will soon shoot up with their brazen orange flowers, the azaleas are doing their utmost to cheer the world.
Unfortunately, these lovely things cannot cure this Corona virus plague.
Pity, that.
For if they could, everyone would be out, gazing and sniffing and allowing the sun to warm their late spring bodies.
There is no cure yet.
People somewhere are working diligently to find one, but it takes time. In the meantime, people are dying.
This is a cruel purge on us.
A flood would have been much more effective. Just saying.
Of all the various things I have thought about writing here, this is what came out.
No humor. No innuendo. Nothing but a furrowed brow.
Yet, there is still hope.
I can never lose hope that this epidemic will be resolved...weeks, months...years?
How long can you tread water?
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