Here we are at the far end of May, Memorial Day. When we started this month it felt like it would last forever, yet another stretch of sheltering in place.

But it was gone in a blur, a series of slides of the view from my window, a collection of lounging clothes.

Outside today it is blue and green and dotted with what remains of the flowering trees, my favorite part of spring, missed until next year. Parks are still closed, as they should be, I was walking on Saturday and people crowded the sidewalks, many without masks despite the requirements.

I don’t know when or if this will ever end, not with the packed scenes online, people on boardwalks and in pools, jammed together defiantly.

We’ve entered a realm where reality is not reality, and the masses agree, whatever you think is what it is, until it’s not.

Meanwhile, a moment to honor the men and women who have lost their lives in service to this country, and the many who have lost their lives needlessly at the hands of this regime.

Have a peaceful Memorial Day.

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