Here's West 42nd Street this afternoon -- much emptier than it would have been on a weekday in the Before times, but it's a big improvement over the zombie apocalypse emptiness of mid-April. There are cars. And a bicycle. And people.
Most of the state is in the process of allowing some businesses to re-open, but New York City is still the national epicenter and remains in lockdown.
Even so, more and more of us are starting to emerge from our dens, timidly stepping into the light, squinting as our eyes adjust, sniffing the air like wild animals checking for predators. I walked to the post office to mail my absentee ballot application and mostly enjoyed the excursion, though I still strip off my clothes and take a shower the minute I get home.
It will be a long time before I can touch something that's been handled by strangers and not feel the need for a complete decontamination.