Livingston Montana … in our apartment. Working remotely in our new world. Wishing I could hug someone that needs support.
Trying to struggle free from the grasps of winter. Seeing signs that we are almost there.
Still, changes need to be made and loved ones are not around. People dying alone. People dying needlessly. I need to go for a walk.
Someone passes me in their car and I see a flag patch on an otherwise blank button-up shirt. Who is that and why do I feel like running. I stand strong and keep eye contact.
But I know I am safe. I have the privilege.