We stopped in at our local watering hole late this afternoon, and while we were there, the fog crept in as the land cooled and left a void for the cold air to slip in underneath. The cranes over the construction almost felt like part of the background. This one was visible, the other three were just lights floating in the murk.
Inside the pub, as in so many other places….faded remnants of 2020 still cling to the floors. It seems like yesterday. It seems like a lifetime ago. There is a weird gap in our collective memory and time no longer feels linear when we talk about ….”I think it was a year ago, but it could have been six. …”
