Yesterday Olivia said, “I miss the world.” And I said, “Honey, I do, too.” So this afternoon, masked and armed with hand sanitizer, we drove over the bridge to Golden Gate Park–Olivia, Tim, and I–and met two friends from our circumscribed pod, Susan H. and her daughter, M.
We ambled through the Botanical Gardens–Where I’d never been! after 20 years in the Bay Area!–watched skate-boarders and street musicians, held our collective breath for a girl on a unicycle.
We miss the world, still. But today the air was clear. The sky was blue. We saw good friends. We’re ready for tomorrow.