It's February. Dark. Super-dark. Mornings are dead-dark. Evenings start early. Basically it's dark to dark with a few brief sightings of daylight.
And it's cold. Super-cold. Sub-zero cold. Everything is frozen. Ice is treacherous. It's like living in a walk-in freezer. Even our apartment is cold. The old radiators are clanking away, working hard, just to try to bring a bit of warmth to our cold, cold hearts.
We are isolated. Cut-off from "normality." We live in our home. Two of us, with a flock of birds. We are hiding from the Pandemic. Hiding from our fellow human beings. We figure everyone is contaminated with that nasty, contagious, virus. Doing our best to stay healthy until the vaccine arrives.
No word on that vaccine. Supplies are scarce. Lots of folks in line before us. So, well, the challenge is to stay bright, happy, hopeful. How to do it? Fill our heads, our lives with books, music, poetry, art, love, good vibes, good food, positive thoughts and good vibrations.
We are left on our own, to our own devices. Headphones, stereo systems, musical instruments, our own sense of humor, our sense of discipline, our our mental toughness, our wits. We are writing and playing songs. Keeping our eyes peeled, our hearts open, our heads swimming with diversions, hopes, entertainments.
It's a weird life at the moment. But, you know, it is good to be alive...
