Time seems compressed this week, slow to start but moving fast now that the end of the week is almost here.
I actually had to head into the office today, riding the bus and everything — people there wearing masks, but haphazardly. They took them off to talk to each other or pulled them down under their noses. People don’t care who they kill, I guess. It’s defeating.
So I’m writing this during a break from the things I have to do in order to do this, which I do enjoy doing. I like thinking back on the walk Keely and I took this morning, the quietude of the world around us and the weak light of dawn making everything soft and transitory.
Keely was on the scent of someone or something, dragging me along a few times. She really is a tank, small but mighty, and can drag me right behind her when she puts her mind to it. There was much pacing around and zig-zagging along, and I was fine with that. Some days I can focus on audio books or podcasts but today it was my Annie Lennox channel on pandora, an easy-listening mix of mostly familiar tunes that I find calming.
I’m not able to tell if traffic has increased, but as a friend pointed out last night the traffic patterns have changed again. I can’t say for sure but I think many people have alternative schedules now, working half days or only going into the “office” a few times a week when they need to.
It’s tempting to be a third-rate environmentalism blogger and talk about how the pond doesn’t change no matter what humans are doing or suffering around it, but I’m not convinced of that. I think of myself as the same as I did when I was younger despite obvious differences; a duality of change/unchanged that strikes me as being utterly natural.
People, pets, scenery comes and goes and I’m here, today, walking my dog into a familiar dawn.