Now the tree is a lush green, I feel comfortable leaving the apartment a little more, and Governor Cuomo has given his last daily briefing as New York continues, slowly, steadily, to pull back from disaster. (And other states barrel heedlessly ahead, but I don't want to think about that this morning.)
I don't believe we'll see anything our former selves would recognize as normal in 2020, and realistically, I think it will be at least a couple of years before we do. And actually hopping on a plane and zipping across an ocean? I can't even imagine it now.
But this picture reminds me of how dismal the world looked from this apartment in April, and how trapped I felt. The view is better now, in every way.