I’ve become a stay-at-home, desktop traveler.
When my iPhone coughs up…
featured photos from another era, I’m off,
remembering what it was like to really go.
Back then, you had packed before you rushed headlong toward adventure.
But it was sandwiches and sunscreen: lighthearted baggage, with the idea that fun was on the horizon.
So different from today when, even walking the dog, I must protect myself.
I carry mask, gel, wipes and brandish them when someone breaches my social distancing space.
My surgical mask is a bellows, inflating and deflating, fogging my glasses with the effort of being ambulatory.
But she’s worth it.