When I was a small child, I used to love to sit on the sun porch at the front of my family’s house when the bigger kids walked past after school. I would sit there and wave to them, knowing someday I would be them – strolling down the street after a day of learning, hugging my books to my chest, adjusting my socks, taking a too-heavy sweater off while waving to a little kid watching the school-kid parade.
Just today I realized, quarantined at home, I am in the same position somewhat. My house is on a corner lot, and from my patio door I can see everyone walking down the street and when I am on my patio I can wave to those passing by. Since all my neighbors are home, I am learning more about them just by observing and calling out hello. There is the young couple who own the Huskie who live on the street behind us, the family with three Chihuahuas, my 80-something-year-old neighbor who is picking up her mail (definitely doing okay, thank you), and the children who have discovered the gigantic stuffed bear in the upstairs window of my widowed neighbor across the street.
Like a child, I don’t know what the future holds, but I can imagine the future, all of us coming closer for longer conversations soon. For now though, I can at least spend part of my time taking a deep breath, watching the passing parade.