At this time of year the sky is still dark as I awake at 6. I see the red eye flights arriving and departing at the airport off in the west, their lights looking like fireflies in the dimness of the early morning. The air is cooler, even though sunny and temperate, beach days are a memory until next year when the afternoons will once again be long, and the sun, sitting high overhead in the middle of the sky will be warm. The sun lies lower in the sky now. Now we form a different set of memories, colorful leaves, the scent of fires crackling in fireplaces and thoughts of the upcoming holiday season, hopefully more joyous than the last when pain, depression and fear of a silent epidemic held us in it's brutal, cold hand.
I have gone to the theatre, a passion of mine I missed deeply. While the play wasn't all that great the theatre of the theatre was. A group of people, vaccinated and masked, once again sharing an experience. A group of people reconnecting with being the social animals that we are. Trying to reconnect with the feeling of being together instead of isolated and apart.
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