Photo by United States Army Signal Corps Traveling used to feel so good.
It was always a chance to see different places and people. A way to see life lived and viewed from different lenses. I went to NC for the 4th of July, 2020. The lenses I wore there started shiny and bright, and ended up feeling like 1000s of people had sneezed Covid 19 onto them. I wanted to have windshield wipers for my weary spectacles. I came back to DC worried. I thought of my parents and inlaws, who seemingly are not protected by others. All of these people down there not wearing masks. Just letting their noses and mouths hang out. It felt as if the pandemic hadn't really happened in NC. At least not like it has in DC, VA, or MD. And yet their case numbers are higher... I love my family there, and I think they are smart people. So why the lackidazical vibe? Is it that the south and it's sugary slow drawl, also affects the timeliness of change? Is it that the numbers simply weren't as high there in March as they were in the Northeast, and therefore they are simply behind in both cases, and understanding of how to combat this virus? The south. The heat. The slowness for change. I'm hoping the next time I go back, they are more prepared. And that, in the meantime, my family keeps their distance while wearing their masks, and putting metaphoric eye drops in their eyeballs, in order to have the clearest vision of safety and health.
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