we'll all fly again

That is my son’s airplane in the tree by our house. It feels like me right now: trapped yet fully capable of flying if I weren’t stuck. 

If I look away from the branches holding the plane or the covid complications in my life, I would see beautiful flowers, children playing, and a gorgeous sunrise in the canyon every single day. 

Maybe being stuck and slowing down has its perks, too. 

Some day a breeze will blow that plane out of the tree or a ball will knock it down, and some day life will move out of this covid nightmare. 

Hospitals won’t always be full. Human contact won’t always carry the risk of deadly contamination. 

We’ll all fly again. And I will hug my friends without fear.