Sunrise Doves | East Wenatchee, WA | April 2020
The cloud over public mingling — talking, touching, partaking — has partially eclipsed our brilliance. Masks hide smiles and mute voices. Distance weakens the gravitational pull of shared experience. We still get goofy, excited, worried and sad, but many of us do it now in separate orbits. I’m flying here; you’re spinning there. Thankfully, it’s that very same distance that provides perspective. From afar, it’s clear we’re all ￼part of the same system, moving in the same direction, facing the same sun and praying for its radiance to disperse this confining cloud.