Longing
Pandemic fatigue is causing my deepening longing about so many extraneous things. I'm not sad, I've just got this gut wrenching, twisting, uncomfortable stretching inside me. In no particular order: I am longing... Longing for connection. Who can I talk to? Will someone please talk to me? Longing to reach out and touch my friends shoulder and pull her in close and hug her until we both feel like we made up for a year of being careful. Longing to feel the energy of four souls who inhabited a home together for 20 years to intertwine again in a space that's not quite large enough anymore. Longing for politics to never measure if a pandemic is real or not, ever again. Longing to know that soon my job will feel familiar again. Longing for losses to lesson their heartache. Longing for company to ease my loneliness. Longing for rays of warmth on my face as I walk through the winding trails. Longing for my noisy neighbors to never play their loud club music again, forcing me to re