A morning run; a promise kept. The world, in these silent times, is different. Resurgent, perhaps?
Establishing the boundaries of our new lives we concentrate on what we can. Answers don't exist for the question we all ask: when will this end?
Contrasts, observed in comparison, between now and then. A month has passed, and I have an opportunity to view the same place in a different light. Quite literally; thinking about it.
It is a new decade. The next loop around our star has begun. Where to go from here?