Counterbalance

The coronavirus has arrived along with the crocus and the daffodils, the sweet woodruff and forsythia. It's arrived along with the balmy breezes and the occasional rumble of thunder.

I'm wondering if there's a connection between the two, the virus and the early spring, and have decided that only in the most general, humans-messing-things-up kind of way. That and how they both heighten the disjointedness I'm feeling these days, a sense that the world is out of kilter.

Still, the one can be a balm for the other. Pulling into my driveway last night, I glimpsed the blossoms that popped during the 70-degree day and felt all tingly and alive again. Yes, I still rushed in to wash my hands — but then I rushed back out again to snap this photo.