Sorry for the profanity—I don’t write ‘em; I just laugh out loud… Can’t We Keep Our Distance? Pooh and Piglet are just too close. And it’s not okay. We walked a lot this weekend. Increasingly, the streets are getting crowded. Yet there seems a rhythm to walking is developing. Whereas before people would wander, indifferent to those around them, many are on “high alert” for other people. And when others get close, much like magnets with the same polarity, they bounce off of each other before touching. We find ourselves zig-zagging across the street and back to avoid other people; many do the same. Sometimes there’s a knowing smile, sometimes just downward glances.
#11 Musings from the Bunker 3/24/20
#11 Musings from the Bunker 3/24/20
#11 Musings from the Bunker 3/24/20
Sorry for the profanity—I don’t write ‘em; I just laugh out loud… Can’t We Keep Our Distance? Pooh and Piglet are just too close. And it’s not okay. We walked a lot this weekend. Increasingly, the streets are getting crowded. Yet there seems a rhythm to walking is developing. Whereas before people would wander, indifferent to those around them, many are on “high alert” for other people. And when others get close, much like magnets with the same polarity, they bounce off of each other before touching. We find ourselves zig-zagging across the street and back to avoid other people; many do the same. Sometimes there’s a knowing smile, sometimes just downward glances.