I sat on my bench thinking masks were rare before they became cool before they became delightfully diverse. Mask on, mask off, mask on, mask off. Social distancing goes on and on and on. As my mind clears, I arrive at a soft mental quiet.
The vibration in the wind was less about almost nearly winning and slightly less about losing. The vibe felt like the twilight between sunny and darkness.
Boots lightly crunching on top the earth announced the Wizard’s approach. Boom! The quiet was broken with a loud thunder clap, and my eyes opened. The Wizard spoke with a face of fiery grit, “The truth can be a dark storm.