expecting a house arrest ankle bracelet. But I was guilty. Guilty of two of the most heinous crimes, I am legitimately locked away from human company. I have had a virus, and I am old. Not THE virus, and not that old, but in these days and times it is enough to incarcerate me. With no test available to verify that I do not have the Corona virus that is currently terrorizing the peoples of earth, and putting vast cities in lockdown. May the poets that be save New York City. A city I love, but I am not there.
I am in Florida; the Tampa Bay Region. A really beautiful place this time of year. Even though I live just minutes from several beautiful white sugar sand beaches, they are barred to me. They are currently barred to all. Too many of us gathered too close after being warned, and now the privilege and joy are lost to us. (I could blame Daytona, and all those college kids...) But how does one find a love connection in a social distancing scene. It may be possible, but it is most certainly counter intuitive.
This is planet wide. A crisis for the individual, a crisis for regions and nations, a crisis for the entire planet. If there has ever been a more apt demonstration of the metaphor "spaceship earth", I don't know of it. And even cities on islands are not safe.
This is a time when we are both isolated and united. But we could take a pause here and consider our future. "If one is interested in having a better government, one that does not cause trouble, one should suggest it be taught at earlier ages in schools; one can also read up on it: it is not a very difficult subject if you look up the big words." L. Ron Hubbard.