2:30 am. I flick open Sleep app. 4 h 25 m. Hmmmm. Dale-like. How does she do it? Lori’s magnesium? Something. Something.
Morning papers. COVID-19. Masks. No masks. Airborne Droplets. Transmission. Virus is a hoax? Monty Python and the Holy Grail: “Bring out your dead!”
4:50 am. I pack my sling…phone, camera, earbuds, water…and I’m out the door. This unknown life force pulls me forward.
57° F. Special Alert: Dense Fog. Exactly how my head feels. Dense fog.
Walking under street lamps to Cove Island Park.
Infinitesimal droplets fall on my face. Airborne droplets.
I roll up my sleeves, first right, and then left. Droplets land on the inside of my forearms, and they tingle.
“Hey you, Agnostic!”
“You talking to me?”
“See anyone else?”
“Can you feel that?“
“I’m feeling Something. Something.”
Droplets stop. Infinitesimal, ephemeral, and gone.
Gull cries overhead.