Change is Swift(s)

May 17, 2020

I should have known I was inviting trouble with that last post. Things aren’t as sunny here today, in any sense of the word. It started two days ago with the announcement that a local theater group will not open their proverbial doors this year.

As with all closures, protecting the health of everyone involved is the imperative here. I would never question such a decision. But, like the loss of our cafe with its gorgeous patio, this one delivered a sting. Theater was just about the last “normal” thing I could rely on to get me through the summer. (I don’t think I’m alone in this, either: if the group had required guests to cover themselves in plastic wrap before seeing a play, there would have been a run on my local Piggly Wiggly.)

Better luck next year, I guess. With summer drawing closer, I’ve moved from dread and uncertainty to grief at the loss of my best-laid plans. While it’s exciting to dream up a new way of life, I can’t help but compare it to what might have been. This comes with being a member of a social species.

And yet, new traditions — new bright spots — are popping up all around me. For the past two nights, I’ve joined a friend at dusk to watch the gathering of chimney swifts. They swirl around in seeming chaos, then zoom into a chimney at some unheard signal. It’s a simple but hypnotic event. I found I was content just to sit there, smack in the middle of my town, smelling the river as darkness descended.

In all honesty, I might never have taken time to watch the swifts if my calendar hadn’t been so clear. I would have been too busy seeing plays.

One thought on “Change is Swift(s)

  1. Your words are so true Grace. We’ve simply replaced our routines with new options.
    Better keep some plastic wrap on hand though…..just in case.

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