Way back in 2013, Boulder County flooded. We had moved to Longmont only months before and now the police were knocking on our door ordering us to evacuate.
The gentle stream near our new home normally looks like this:
But in September of 2013, it looked like this:
However, out of the chaos, something amazing happened.
During the storm, Mindy and I walked down to look at the river frequently. Every time we went down to look, we’d meet more people who were doing the same thing. We met more neighbors in the week of the flood than we had in the previous three months of living on our new street.
One day, there was a critical mass of neighbors gazing at the rushing waters. We started talking and one of them suggested that we all get together:
- Neighbor: Hey, what are y’all doing tonight?
- All of the other neighbors: Ummm, nothing.
- Neighbor: Come over to our place. Bring beer.
Out of a dark time, the humans bonded and it was good.
Now, the same thing is happening, but at a distance.
Mindy and I regularly take walks, usually multiple times per day. Pre-virus, we’d see a couple of other random humans in our neighborhood, but not many.
In the past week or so, we’ve seen more people out than ever before. Meeting new folks in the middle of a pandemic is the opposite of what I thought would happen. And it is good.
I’m an introverted human, or so I thought. I miss the usual gang.
When all of this is over, I’m going to host a really big party. Maybe we’ll even get a pinata shaped like the Coronavirus and beat the living crap out of it…
It’s not unusual for me to walk 20,000 steps in a day. I just don’t like to sit inside and I definitely don’t like to sit still.
In any case, I’ve been a walking fool lately. And when I walk, I like to look around:
I hope y’all are healthy and sane.
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