Those who have been reading this blog for a while know I like to take long walks in the fields around the village in which I live. Though I encounter the odd dog-walker or cyclist every now and then, most of the time I am the only one walking the paths and tractor roads that carve up the parcels of wheat, corn, and canola.
Interestingly enough, this has changed over the past two weeks. Suddenly, the paths through the fields are teeming with people. Where I live, teeming means one or two dozen people, but still. Having no where else to go, my fellow villagers and those from neighboring settlements are discovering or rediscovering the simple pleasure of being out for a stroll on a cool, sunny, spring day.
I wonder if this will last after life returns to some semblance of 'normal', assuming it ever does.
Interestingly enough, this has changed over the past two weeks. Suddenly, the paths through the fields are teeming with people. Where I live, teeming means one or two dozen people, but still. Having no where else to go, my fellow villagers and those from neighboring settlements are discovering or rediscovering the simple pleasure of being out for a stroll on a cool, sunny, spring day.
I wonder if this will last after life returns to some semblance of 'normal', assuming it ever does.
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