Our bedroom window overlooks a small private park for the residents of our condo building. On a bright mid-June morning with a blue sky and a scattering of fluffy clouds, it feels like everything is right with the world.
But it isn’t.
As I stood looking out the other morning, I thought, there are good times and bad times for us, but the sky and the clouds and the tall trees stirring in the breeze don’t know the difference. It’s hard to believe how radically our lives have changed in the last three months. We have enormous challenges ahead.
Times have been bad before and we will get through this and return to a much-changed new “normal”.
But when? If we had an end-date, this would be much easier.