Several months ago I left Alaska returning to the lower 48. I flew through Seattle, and the plane was empty. The airport was empty. The city was empty.
It’s been surreal, living in this era of ghost towns, where rather than sundown, it’s the closeness that people fear. I can take a walk, and people will cross the street rather than walk close by. I find myself holding my breath as I come across people, whether grocery shopping or getting the mail.
Ed Buryn once wrote, “If you view the world as a predominantly hostile place, it will be.”
And while in past travels that would be true, right now it’s more a matter of uncertainty. No one knows. We all think, and hope, and wait. But the certainty has been escaping us.
I don’t know when travel will be possible, and when meeting with people in celebration of life will again be safe. But I do know that, no matter when it gets here, it can’t be soon enough.