I woke to the sound of chickadees singing life into spring, bluejays squawking, and woodpeckers tapping a rhythm beneath it all. As I lay in bed listening to Mother Nature’s soundtrack, I thought about how our lives are changing in dramatic ways over a short period of time.
It was warm, 75 degrees, and rather humid for a spring day. I stood at the shoreline ready to take a plunge with my friend Libby, when she offered a challenge: “I’m going to stay in for ten minutes but if you don’t feel up to it, no worries.”
I’m staring out the window at a million shades of green – chartreuse, lime, moss, and jade. As I shift my gaze from left to right, it’s as if someone ordered a Crayola crayon box filled with variations of only one color – a vibrant tribute to new beginnings.
Yesterday, with some exceptions, Massachusetts lifted the last restrictions on wearing masks and limiting people in public venues and when I set out to do a few errands I wondered what it would be like to finally see people’s faces.
Throughout the evening, as we enjoyed the fire, we talked about an assortment of topics – space travel, our favorite TV shows, life changes inspired by the pandemic, and how jumping in the ocean in the dead of winter has made us brave.
Last week I watched the interview Oprah Winfrey conducted with Prince Harry and Meghan Markle. I hadn’t intended to see it, but when a friend who didn’t have cable asked to watch it on our TV, I happily agreed so we could enjoy some time together.