Beauty Returned
I feel like I am in a seemingly endless boxing match. I am not losing yet, but there is no clear favorite either. I keep getting hit over and over, with no final round in sight. I often doubt that I can win when I am unable to even count on a final bell. But I also know that I cannot give up. If you have not already been able to discern my metaphor, it is simply a representation of my struggles with this pandemic-stricken world we now live in. Like everyone else, I remain in a perpetual state of uncertainty as to when it will all end and what other joys it will rob from my life.
The latest victim is one of my favorite places in this world. It is the one space I could employ as my refuge from life’s normal, pre-pandemic chaos…
