Jack packs his belongings
18 September 2020
There's no sunrise this morning. It's drizzling and chilly. We eat breakfast by the pool.
Clouds and haze hang over Bald Porcupine Island.
Egg Rock lighthouse looks far, far away.
I don't know when we'll be back. After there's a vaccine. After we can get closer than six feet to other people. After we stop being afraid. After the new normal becomes just normal.
Anon, fretful porpentine. We'll see you when we see you.
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