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 to pack before you rushed headlong toward adventure.
Sandwiches and sunscreen: lighthearted baggage, with the idea that fun was on the horizon.
So different from today when, even walking the dog, 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.