As I leave my friend, the wind blows a lone cloth mask in front of me and it rolls across my path like a tumbleweed.
This wind. It’s tearing apart old alliances, old tribes, even long-held friendships. Even families.
But it’s also sweeping people into new groupings, pushing us together out of necessity, whereupon many of us realize: These are the people we should have had in our lives all along. These are the right alliances, better tribes. And it seems crazy that it’s taken this wild windstorm to bring us together.
By afternoon, the wind is in a real fury. Our giant inflatable pumpkin family has been blown across the yard and now sits huddled around our tiny weeping cherry tree. I go out and corral them back into place next to the giant inflatable Halloween tree, and for a while anyway, all seems as it should be.
I don’t mean to suggest that any of this is going to be easy, or that there’s nothing to be afraid of...
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